Date: 27-05-2016
The Last Breath
Red.
Growing pools of blood - life seeps out of me.
I am blinded yet,
Images flit through my mind like old black and white commercials.
Tuning in, out, and in again.
(I remember the smell of the wet sand,
The crunch of fallen leaves as I had run away.
With nothing but the rags on my back and a knife in my hand.)
(I remember the first time I held a gun,
Felt the power,
And tasted the beauty of it's first kill.)
My eyes ache and I shut them
For I am tired
But I will myself to fight
For it's all I know to do.
(I remember when those stupid little girls asked me to spare them,
As if their lives were actually worth something
As if they weren't marked for death.)
(Kill them.
Beat them.
Rape them.
Harm them.)
I blink and the world comes back to me
My leg twitches,
But I cannot move.
I close my eyes, and surrender.
(For the good of my people,
For the good of all the world,
I must conquer,
I must win.)
(Violence is the answer.
Peace is a pathetic fool's fantasy.
We must kill,
To survive.)
Perhaps this is how it ends.
Life on this world.
I have lived a hero
Now, I shall die a martyr.
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