Disappointment.
Pride Ed
27 May, 2014 05:00 AMlike when I saw them
falling.
Shot out of the sky,
gun still shooting astral wings,
smoke still churning from the barrel,
and I hate that I see it linger
longer than the last breath they inhale.
A child breathes that air.
That air means
gas to those useless
childhood thoughts;
nothing but fairy-tales for the weak,
who suffocate with pressed hands,
beaned knees...
And I never understood how that
worked until I pulled the trigger;
the gunshot that woke me up.
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