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A deadly assassin, Sweeping across the sky, A streak of cobalt, Starts to intensify. The blackest of blacks, Enveloping all life, Tearing the sky, With the sharpest of knives.
. Your like ice, Penetrating my skin; Crystalline daggers, Killing from within. <Pierce. <Perforate. < Tear me apart. Slice> Shred> Break my heart> <Cut.
You've left marks on my heart, Like footprints or scars, Or just fresh wounds, From an invader from Mars, I wonder if they'll heal, Or transform into something new, Perhaps if we stick...
A million bullets shoot and bounce. Not wounding but causing cracks, Cold as a statue, hands hide her face. As if trying to hide tears tracks.
The sun lightens the fields with ecstasy, Raising them to the prospects of the future. A life planned from arrival to departure. Unbeknown to them a price planned already.
#augustwriteaday Attack. Attack. Attack.
#augustwriteaday. A bloodless wound, surreal. Can't clot won't heal. It should hurt it should bleed. I just don't feel the need. Bloated bullet past sleeping sentry. No jagged hole just silent entry.
Eye of a needle threading a design. Pins marking on the hands of time. Sewing each individual line. Sketching weapons of art, Intricate patterns woven to life. From under the skin, emotion & heart.
Stay away from me; I'm dangerous, Contagious, Can't you see.
There is a white butterfly... On this bullet of bone. Shot from a gun, it's owner sits on a throne. The fate of this man is one that's sown. Bone seeds planted in a death garden.
There was a scent in the air. Something alluring. I blindly shot my arrow through the dark. Hit something soft. It was a heart. Driven from the start. Found the heart inside a smashing young beauty.
This is a fightback ...and a loss. That stupid moment ... is going to cost. My words to stall ...a gift in silence. Against this wall ...of defiance. The weight of words ...are my weapons.
I was angry with my friend; I told my wrath, my wrath did end. I was angry with my foe: I told it not, my wrath did grow.