kamikaze

Lost, as I walk along the snow the memories drop down one by one…
So beautifully, but that’s not what I’ve become, I feel so numb…
Not the linkin park kind, its enchanting to be leaving it behind…
Not looking back because then ill just trip over the bump, blind…
The bump in the road that always turns into a wall…
Steel reinforced with a life lost, and there tortured spirit calls…
Face ghost white, left to rot where I fall, worst kamikaze of them all…
Just keep walking, stumbling along a path of climactic despair…
Bare the resemblance to a tattered house, no one cares…
Died with a flare, a one way mission becoming one with the piston…
As plane and body attack crafts leaving pistol incisions…
Daddies gone but we keep missing the chance to just listen to his voice…
Or to what the pack of people has to say gripping on to glistening choice...
Flesh mutilates and bodies corrode hoisted on poles, leaving ghosts to the sea…
They weren’t playing with a full hand; the cards dealt them shrapnel debris…
Suffering, the beauty of a true falling angel charring in infinite decree…
Achieving nothing while getting your life torched literally...
Along with the sailors captains and more, targets disintegrated…
Like my dreams while I’m dive bombing you, enough being intimidated…
This is all that I am and all that I’m good for, left in a miserable sorrow…
As the starlight flashes before my eyes darkness prevails, flagpole impales, home of the brave, not tomorrow…

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