Blood and ashes,
run into my eyes.
Bullets,
lead,
Shrapnel,
pierce my sides.
dirt encrusted
lynch pin jammed.
grenades lost,
hope a sham.
burning muzzle
in my hand,
flesh smell rotten,
when burned form a man.
“war is hell”,
fuck the devil watches in aww,
as gods creation shows its most deadly flaw.
fighting for what?
Killing for who?
What is the reason I am out here?
blood oozing form my wounds…
Blood and ashes for war to consume.
Author notes
I'm dark and demented what can I say.
be brutal
Comments
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Coolieoshessness
This is a totaly righteous poem. Very creative too. It is also quite sad, with the thought of war. I am going to read more of your poems. lol.
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thanks ill see some of your stuff too
~Josh R.~
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Liked the message you share in these lines - easy to read and understand. Liked the flow and the way you wrote this - Questions need answers, but what does that say about our fellow man?
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You're beautiful and genius <3
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