Caught in the middle, push -pull- Ugh! it's all the same. I saw you grow into who you are. Enraged as I am, I cannot begin to comprehend Why. I called you Friend. And yet You stand before me, careless. Oh how the mighty have fallen, How the noble have swindled. It's a Shame really. Betrayal is not a fit word to suit your heinous acts. I trusted you- to think i even dared to. The frustration, the rage; it boils so ravenously. Going down with your ship once again, To carry Your Fault. A comfy front row seat on the S. S. Pessimism. Bring out the Artillery, this means war.
To stand up and see eye to eye with you, Or to take another blow, and swallow my hurt pride? Hurling at an insane speed flies your words against my now other wise Infuriated Spirt, To dance with a tampered soul is unwise, my friend. You looked at innocence, and treated it like a joke. You go stain your hands with filth from god knows where And then return arms wide open, " I have done no wrong, " you say. Guns At the ready and eyes Locked on you, But now... What to trust; to expect from you is just another step closer to Your lies. So desperately do i want to help you. I do. but i no longer can look at you the Same way. Grenades in hand.
If you could be cold and heartless, then this should Be no problem for you sweetness. Come dance with the same bullets you fired at me. Steady, Aim, Fire.
Dragging me down- i don't think so. No. Not this time. The Abyss can expect other visitors. Bring out the Artillery. All because of You... ... Boom.
artillery.
Author: Carmen Mendez
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Date: 08/11/2018
№ 489994
Artillery Fire (Shell Shocked)
The violet sky was burning An aura of deadly white Myriad of colours churning Among the silent lights
The sky awash with violence The sounds of shattered steel The terror of eternal silence Was burned into my ears
The sound of grinding iron The whistling of fallen shells The blare of air-raid sirens The cacophony suddenly fell
The death of sound was violent It's melody so suddenly hushed The music of war was silenced Though its tempo remained untouched
White man got degrees White man studies rap albums on weekends White man still dreams on the hardwood White man Steph Curry and Larry Bird in his head White man be both- no problem White man been hurt before White man wears braces on both ankles White man pick a new pair up whenever White man down each aisle twice White man throws the receipts away every time
White man been abroad this one time White man always trying to help White man night off whenever he wants White man swears and means it White man perpetual grin White man still here White man gets louder and swears no one hears him White man silence still got a few words in it White man says sorry sometimes, but White man forgives himself always
White man ten ten year plans White man why not more? White man white lies White man be a boy when he wants White man lies face down when he chooses White man love guns need none though He brings bigger weapons every time he leaves the house
Surrender this dusty heart of mine I have chased the height of my beliefs As my lips have been colored purple I exposed my sharp scars Capturing spirits in my pockets Years of a souless sound Battles against a noose My mind has begun to decease Bottles pose as my friends The artillery of this difficult fight As I sleep on the currents of frozen ground Perching on the plank Crimson blood in the air The ocean of brick bones that fade Fighting this war in vain
