I saw ripples
Dimple into little dents
And they ruptured through
The door and into
My living room
Tiny sun filled slices
Sliced straight through
Tore my flesh
In molten sinew breath
My barrel pressed
To my head
And leveraged
With the depth
Of the situation
But patience
Patience wasn't my virtue
And I was blind
Blind but
Saw it through
Alive in death
The death before the
..booom
In the warmth
The warmth
Of the sunlit
Living room
Burning too
Sep 5, 2013
Sep 5, 2013 at 1:46 AM UTC
I saw ripples
Dimple into little dents
And they ruptured through
The door and into
My living room
Tiny sun filled slices
Sliced straight through
Tore my flesh
In molten sinew breath
My barrel pressed
To my head
And leveraged
With the depth
Of the situation
But patience
Patience wasn't my virtue
And I was blind
Blind but
Saw it through
Alive in death
The death before the
..booom
In the warmth
The warmth
Of the sunlit
Living room
Burning too
