Dark Poetry ~ Hallowed Ground

The blood and pain,
trickles down thighs,
of worn cardboard.

After extinguished fireworks.
All this hallowed ground.
Just finished yet another eternity.

I am alive!
Am I dead inside?

Was there a bullet through my head?
Just fear of life?

Hindered and hoping.

Will I survive,
imminent descent,
toward ground below.

Does the time draw nigh,
for not even death releases fear.

Just a body finally alive,
frigid and faceless.

Only waiting to be buried.