Backed up in the corner is my love, against the exit am I.
The tunnel of death pointed at it's heart.
My mind races as to find the solution of this mishaps.
I swing the exit open to deflect death's plan.
I take the barrel and point it am him...Fire.
My love escapes through the chaos.
My maker makes it's way around the bend.
Aim.....
Breathe.....
Fire.....
Direct hit as it's mind is flung about the walkway.
No use.
It pulls out it's own.
Aim.....
No breath.....
Fire.
My world goes black and I wonder if my love will ever be complete.
A dream dismantled in an instant.
 Father Fluff · Sat Mar 15, 2008 @ 07:34pm · 0 Comments |
