Death of a Mercenary: Ode to a Fallen Friend


ODE TO A FALLEN FRIEND



It was not a Judas-friend who died

In that unceremonious place of old,

It was I who reached the end

Of living life without a soul.


All gone...


The friends, the lovers -days of glee

When bonds of friendship made it seem

That nothing could destroy that calm

That hate and treason ripped apart.


Was justice done...


But as a thousand times repeats

The horrid scene before my eyes,

I ask myself with tortured screams

-My God, why can't I cry?


I'm dead...


And yet I feel her pain so great

It cramps my body into stone

As bullets pierce that flawless skin

And spit their venom through her guts.


She's gone...


And as the thunder of the penetrating shots

Betrays the throbbing of my wounded heart

I try to shed the silent tears of blood

For someone I have fallen for...


I aimed.



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