Tuesday, May 19, 2009

Three Bullets

First was back when i was young
It happened before the civil war
It left a scar but not too wide
Foolish reasons people fight for...

Second happened three years after
This time though, there was no war
It knocked me senseless; i lost my laughter
And then i slept to heal my core

Six years had passed since i had slept
And i awoke in agonizing pain
A shot paid off, all the pain's debt
It was the strongest punishment I've gained

First in the leg
Second in the heart
Third in the brain

Since then stopped the pain...

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