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You look into his eyes. His cold, dead eyes. They've already lost their reflectivity. They don't even reflect the alternating red-then-white-then-red flashes of light from the top of the ambulance. You pause for a moment to wonder what he could have been thinking, what the last thought to pass through what's left of his head was. You crouch down, place your latex-gloved index finger on his left eyelid, your thumb on his right, and gently pull them closed, blinding him forever from the world that pushed him over the edge. Literally- and metaphorically-speaking. You leave a smudge of talcum on each lid. You curse under your breath. You scribble

Seven guns fire three times apiece In honor of a fallen member of the World's Police. Unfortunately, it's little consolation To the parents who now survive their son. The ultimate price, these men have paid And now, to rest, these men are laid Isn't a folded flag a fair trade? A symbol so their memory won't fade. But to the madman who's made this his 'Crusade,' Ruler of a nation whose trust he betrayed, A soldier's life is a small price to have paid For control of the largest source of crude, premium grade. And, yet, he's never been in a war zone, Never clutched his gun to keep from feeling alone, Distant gunfire never became hi

Going to make something of myself Something of some worth I'll put pieces of myself together And then I'll give birth. Push until it bleeds, And cry tears of red Until the pain recedes And all my tears have been shed. I'll take the pain now For the joy that comes later I'll be a father, a mother An origin, a Creator. There I sit, upon my throne Tired and elated, Victorious and exhausted, Proud of what I created. But, with no second thought, And my mind made up in a rush, I'll destroy my worthy creation With one worthy flush. It's in this moment, From the throne upon which I sit When I make the realization That life is s

I was never supposed to be loved I was led astray. I let hope sucker me in and now I know pain. Never open up or trust in anyone, nobody will ever love me- things I should've learned young. Forever trying to change and making the same mistake, of letting someone in so my trust they can take. Betrayal helps it find me it's never been on my side. Depression won't let me rest until it takes my life. I feel it calling for me and I'm trying to be strong. I'll pretend I don't notice, though it's been in me all along. Depression chases me and I can no longer run. I thought I had escaped it. I thought that I had won. Never use

Upon your breast, I rest my weary head, It is here that I've known no better sleep. My vivid dreams cause tears to be shed; It is my intense need for you why I weep. Dream-seeds sown in the wintry cold snow Grow into our spring-ripened milieu. Near us lie slumbering, pink hills and endless meadow, But, by far, the most beautiful sight to behold is you. And so, we walk, arm in arm, heartbeat by heartbeat Through my fantastical dream-world landscape. Despite gorgeous scenery and technological feats, You keep me in complete awe, a trance I can't escape. Then, you slowly begin to fade from view, Evaporating into thin air right in fro