Infrunitas [2008-04-13 01:05:47 +0000 UTC]

The valley of death is my resting place
as fallen heroes lay side by side,
abandoned by cowards
and fortunate soldiers
that kept their flesh unscathed

the enemy pays no heed
to the slowly dying,
but pursues the flocking prey that
gallops in dysfunctional strides
toward insecure safety

I am no famous warrior
whose name is legend.
I'm just a forgotten casualty
left behind in the mud,
slowly drowning in the
cold, heavy rain

Gaping holes in my flesh and torn,
ragged strips of skin loosely hanging
from ripped muscle, scream blood
and cry rivers of slowly oozing,
green-yellow puss. Until finally,
the fluids run dry and the pain vanishes


And I will be Home,
once again...

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AshleyLeopard [2008-02-01 05:45:02 +0000 UTC]

I immediately thought of it as an anti-war poem but can be a metaphor for love, peace, etc. Very good. x) I think the gory bits work well for something like this.

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RockerByBaby [2008-01-24 02:50:14 +0000 UTC]

Eerily touching; very emotional piece!

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Infrunitas [2008-01-23 14:29:31 +0000 UTC]

The biproducts of war.

For some reason-when I read and indulged upon this piece-I found myself seeing the sickening effects of a love gone wrong. Where decay and rot sets in upon the soul and the skin becomes a pitless hull.

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