Monday, March 21, 2011

Sniper

A sniper,
resting over my heart.
You’re cynical,
razor sharp.
A welcome arrow,
through the heart.

Take me from the darkness now,
before my heart bleeds out.
Give me one last look,
before I’m torn apart.
Into the lions den we go,
scatter our pieces everywhere.

The unsuspecting people all around,
never see me drop down.
Your words cut through my heart,
hits my bull’s-eye deep down.
Splinters of my heart left,
as my spirit is blown apart.

The shatters of us left,
at an uneasy rest.
Under your skin,
feels like home.
Electric shock,
on ache and bones.

String this chaos,
and turn it into light.
There is a darkness,
deep in you.
A frightening magic,
I cling to.

Sniper,
stand down.
Leave your position,
and come to me.
Haven’t you heard?
I’m not the enemy.

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