Eh.

Loss in Vain

Leaden hands sink bullets into hearts,

drowning out the protests as the thunder starts.

And the lightning that stabs at the ground

imprints its image in their minds.

Loss in vain as veins are lost -

Bloodlines erased before their time.

The twisted fruits of twisted vine.

Line by line.

Line by line

Watching the gold start to dull,

over time.

Watching pages start to fade,

line by line.

Waiting to feel it catch up with you

you're running.

But it's already here.

OH LOL.

Midnight moonlight dances on silver waves,

as forgotten footprints wash away,

with the forever ebbing tide of day.

Cool winds turn to bitter chill,

numb memories shared,

an advance into the unknown dared.

Risked.

And for what?