Blue words in black ink

it’s dead outside
and I am alone
but that is just an observation
the frigid weather keeps my potential friends at bay
i lay awake and ponder the content of cognition
i would say these words could be my friend
but more of an acquaintance
in the end
a mutual enemy


Through the eyes of a bullet

through the eyes of a bullet
between the hammer and the shell
the explosion is heaven
and thus remains hell
the world stops moving
i am in control
of life and death
and of me and my ultimate goal

i sit in a chamber of darkness
then i am thrust into light
to do the bidding for the summoner
for his view of right
i’ve seen the faces in the moment of expiration
in that i hear my brothers cry
for instant retaliation