Rubber knives, plastic gunshot,
Fast moving. Surrounded.
Flash of light.
Down, shot in the neck.
Rush of blood, fear
And I'm left alone.
Weak and tired, I can't sleep,
With the images of the wounded.
Dead ghosts moving through the streets,
As I cry, weep for you to come back.
Slits and burns, kill them inside,
Loved ones, gone. Forever.
Different, salty wounds,
Licked with blood.
Stinging pain,
Nothing will ease what I have lost.
Elbowing my way through,
I need out of this world.
