Composed 4/5/14
Description: (Day 5 of NaPoWriMo) Inspired by the events of 2/27/14 (and that whole dang week, really).
The devil has cursed me today
He’s taken my tongue and twisted
It into a cannon
That fires on demand
And he’s stripped my comrades
To their barebones
So defenseless
They turn defensive
And shoot me down with
Heat seeking bullets
Armor piercing
Heart piercing
And I fall
Bleeding out on the ground
Dying slowly
No mercy
And I wonder
Why did I say that?
Scraps of Paper 