Torn Signs
12-26-2003, 12:58 PM
Thumps, footsteps, voices, murmers
Breaths reethe on, time endless,
Hearts surround and hold in the time of rejoice.
Love is pleasant and hatred unruly.
I pull out my weapon and prepare to aim.
I see the opposite soul-
Living, breathing, has memories, has places to go and things to do.
I creep closer, quiet, boundless, nerves rattling, blood pumping ludicrously.
One-
Two-
Three-,
My aim is right on my target.
A shriek more propsterous then this world.
Escape.
-I saved the enemy.
In return his reflexes put a metal shard in my heart.
So much for saving souls-
Lost and gone-forever.
Thumps, footsteps, murmers,
And breaths reethe on anyway.
Breaths reethe on, time endless,
Hearts surround and hold in the time of rejoice.
Love is pleasant and hatred unruly.
I pull out my weapon and prepare to aim.
I see the opposite soul-
Living, breathing, has memories, has places to go and things to do.
I creep closer, quiet, boundless, nerves rattling, blood pumping ludicrously.
One-
Two-
Three-,
My aim is right on my target.
A shriek more propsterous then this world.
Escape.
-I saved the enemy.
In return his reflexes put a metal shard in my heart.
So much for saving souls-
Lost and gone-forever.
Thumps, footsteps, murmers,
And breaths reethe on anyway.