For What?

by Bradley   Apr 15, 2005


My ears, so numb.
My eyes, dirt filled.
Again.
Explosions.
A flash.
Friend gone.
Move on.
A shot.
A Whiz.
Crimson tears falling.
A scream.
A cry.
A shot.
Friend died.
A crash.
The end.
I'm dead.
The End.
For What?

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