• I stay on my knees
    back upright
    and i hate the sight
    of what might
    the quarreling cry
    of those memory's of
    this one forgotten guy
    no screams no sounds
    only visions of what come
    around
    bullets of fate
    shoot threw me like paper
    going fast nothing to stop
    it hurts so much
    i still can't drop
    back still upright
    my mussels feel tight
    tense as a cheetah coming to kill
    except this time
    you have no will
    you stay with your back upright
    as you stare at visions of horror
    in this solemn night