Fatal Awareness
Bang, Bang, Bang
The cracks in my ears
Run,run,gone the silhouette of my peers
My boots are sandals of mud, moulded like baked pastry
Time, time, time, was the beating of my thought
March, march, march, were my orders of before
Now the battle smoke has cleared and my heart can feel no more
Strains of my friends leave memories upon this ground
Like ripped soggy tissue, all around
And I am alone, too scared to make sound
Too much realization too young to know
What things I could be doing and what things I should bestow
What sights I should of seen and what has tarnished the in-between
The passive reacting cold has taken my future, blemished the soul
Young,young,young was the age of us all
Kill, blood, kill was all we had in store
Rapid swirling deaf I see the blood inside
I’ve taken one round and I’ll never survive
I can see a rain drop roaming down this rock
It’s the last vision to understand this life I still have got
It’s harmonic stature it’s peaceful rot
And here is my end I cannot grip a stare
I cannot effort my fingers I know I must be dying, seconds to bare
I don’t know what to do but I am not crying
It’s getting hard to breathe I cannot feel my toes
I can hear my mother calling, I muster a smile
I am surrounded by the loved ones escalating mile upon mile
A final push of effort understood as folly
Yawn, gasp, then death has taken me to dark
I’ll miss a many faces; I’ll never ride my bike
I’ll never kiss those soft lips or feed a little guy
I’ll never enjoy those things I’ve always lived to buy
And I’ll never know the future as I am far too young to die
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