wilful descent

Written by: bias fields

pull the camera back 
see more than just one act 
does world seem less real 
do you no longer feel
how many times can it be done 
weapons violence death by gun 
your lulled into belief 
dulled like glass in the sea 
watching willing fully 
dim lights 
and darkened nights 
no more room for growth 
blisters and moans 
when the bomb tones