Thoughts Of Me, Sorry.

The Deafening of Black

Sparks fly off into the night,
Bruises line my right eye
Blood pores out of my ears
Yet I still haven't began to cry.
The darkness leads my gaze to the sky
Owls soaring above me, slowing their flight
Craving the taste of my sweet tears.

The clothes on my back, ripped to the skin
Flashes of light, in the woods, they bear the men
my stormy night might finally reach the end.
As they near I smile with delight,
Chasing colors, I'm just out of sight.
I lay on my back, spread out thin
Waiting for their spotlights to close in

Moving away, the noise comes to silence
Holding my breath, thinking I dodged the riots.
Angry I combat the air, begging for the men to end my despair.
One hushes the other, and they march in my direction.

I laid the body not to far from here,
I can hear them whispering about him while they near.
A boy, aged 19, thin
Hair curly, average body, but the teeth are punched in.
Identity not known, he must be new in town
But really in truth, he just hid when everybody came around.

I know that boy, from his insides to his skin
I know the way his blood trickles from within
My spirit free from all that would harm
Deep in his flesh laid storm after storm
Safe at last, he smiled when I shot him.

Gun to his temple, he is giving his life
The shot echoes through the woods pausing the night.
Animals fleeing, like his soul that caught flight
His remains feed the ground and all that is willing
For the wild ones around, the scene isn't stilling

So I lay here now with a bullet in my head.
My face hit in, and the animals are fed.
My body no longer hides in the night.
For someone finally found me with their blinding white light.
A suicide at best, or a murder it might, They are just thankful, that I have been found
They quiet as they gather around,
The darkness gets darker as they see what they located
For the demons got my head, and my reality has been rotated.