Camouflage near the gallows
Lay your body still for hours
In dirt waiting for the bullet
Of the moment to hit.
Blood spatters where he slumps
The sound and smell triumphs
Over the whispers in your head
Wanting to devour everything.
You walk over to him asking
What have I done?
Why do we kill for fun?
Nobody knows so you run.
YOU ARE READING
Life Forms
PoetryWe try to form life Life forms us In this life time We are life forms From His life He formed. -Vivi
