I storm the beach with a stick for a spear,
Many turrets blow bubbles at the boat.
The snow covered battle front motivates my fear,
A nuclear grenade forms in my throat.
The tooth of a dragon provides momentary cover,
Though the sound of a sniper pierces my ear.
A bite to the tongue allows me to slowly recover,
Until a puff of smoke makes my sight unclear.
Through the blood covered snow I crawl closer to the zip-line,
Your words leave me pinned like a dog in a trench.
My mind enters the Japanese forest to read the blest sign,
Thoughts of my family construct a dreadful stench.
I place my fist on my heart and wear the fearsome crown,
But in the end...
We all get shot down.
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Broken Souls
PoetryA collection of dark poems I have wrote in regards to various mental disorders, as well as heavy life problems including substance abuse, violence and poverty.
