The Futility of Persecution
As you approach me
both guns drawn
Bullets full of hate and bile
I stand here naked
hands beside me
Armed with just
my inner smile
As you seek
to breech the sanctum
Leaving carnage
and calamity
I sit here safe behind
the glass that shields
my newfound equinamity
I never built these walls
you built them
with your twisted
bitter hand
It was you not I
that sought to cross
the line within the sand
As your projectiles
tear my body
Leaving gaping wounds behind
I stand here smiling
in the sunshine that's
the fortress of
my mind...
©HaroldRizla
Oct 25, 2014
Oct 25, 2014 at 1:33 PM UTC
The Futility of Persecution
As you approach me
both guns drawn
Bullets full of hate and bile
I stand here naked
hands beside me
Armed with just
my inner smile
As you seek
to breech the sanctum
Leaving carnage
and calamity
I sit here safe behind
the glass that shields
my newfound equinamity
I never built these walls
you built them
with your twisted
bitter hand
It was you not I
that sought to cross
the line within the sand
As your projectiles
tear my body
Leaving gaping wounds behind
I stand here smiling
in the sunshine that's
the fortress of
my mind...
©HaroldRizla
