Blood hits the air and it is
Red
Red
Red
But blood is blue inside your lungs and blue inside your head
Air is crowded out and in and
Out
Out
Out
The senses you possessed before you'll have to do without
You're finished done destroyed but the fight's
Not
Not
Not
A ravaged soul, your blood runs cold, skin somehow burning hot
Your outsides seethe and crawl but all the
Same
Same
Same
Your insides shudder halt and snap and ice eats flame
Your bones are numb but brittle and they
Give
Give
Give
And pierce your nerves and skin with a pain so like a shiv
You search for the inflictor but they've
Gone
Gone
Gone
Underneath the dappled blur of shadows leaves have drawn
Escape is there but fleeting and it
Breaks
Breaks
Breaks
The last breath in your body and that's all that it takes
You're cornered pinned encircled in a
Way
Way
Way
That your captors' flags and bullets swathe the light of day.
You thought you'd be a martyr, that you'd
Die
Die
Die
Fading out so softly like a sonorous war cry
Thought you'd be some great god in the
End
End
End
But fantasies are all you have so comrades can pretend,
When they relay your story, that it's
So
So
So
That you, the lone survivor, breathed your last..
As a hero.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
A/N Well, if you couldn't tell, I saw Lone Survivor over the weekend. Terrible, beautiful stuff. Ahh, we owe soldiers so much.. </3
~Tues
