I want to fight.
Yea,
I admit it.
Assault slippin’ from my tongue.
My mind whirls thoughts
into the shape of silver bullets
for a gun that’s ready to fire.
Inflicting pain
is what I desire.
My throat is on fire ,
while my heart weeps.
I need my teeth to protect
on the frontline,
so I can fight with honor
for this heart of mine.
A heart of gold ,
that has grown to be
bold
during it’s time crawling
through trenches
and scraping by
broken fences.
Over the years,
I’ve increased my defenses
because my lion of gold
is defenseless;
so tender,
so eager,
so loving;
it will get eaten alive
in this world of
killers and thieves.
Walking around
these grounds unguarded
is suicide.
Dec 28, 2018
Dec 28, 2018 at 4:41 PM UTC
I want to fight.
Yea,
I admit it.
Assault slippin’ from my tongue.
My mind whirls thoughts
into the shape of silver bullets
for a gun that’s ready to fire.
Inflicting pain
is what I desire.
My throat is on fire ,
while my heart weeps.
I need my teeth to protect
on the frontline,
so I can fight with honor
for this heart of mine.
A heart of gold ,
that has grown to be
bold
during it’s time crawling
through trenches
and scraping by
broken fences.
Over the years,
I’ve increased my defenses
because my lion of gold
is defenseless;
so tender,
so eager,
so loving;
it will get eaten alive
in this world of
killers and thieves.
Walking around
these grounds unguarded
is suicide.
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