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.
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