The gunpowder smoke burned
and stung my sight,
as the vibrations shuddered
and rattled the room.
The bullets flew
in deafening sound
like death-drums.
Holes appeared like eyes in the dark,
staring at unaware prey.
Spouting red essence in rhythm
with heart beats.
And I stood,
praying for silence
with my ears ringing.
May 18, 2015
May 18, 2015 at 9:42 PM UTC
The gunpowder smoke burned
and stung my sight,
as the vibrations shuddered
and rattled the room.
The bullets flew
in deafening sound
like death-drums.
Holes appeared like eyes in the dark,
staring at unaware prey.
Spouting red essence in rhythm
with heart beats.
And I stood,
praying for silence
with my ears ringing.
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