Thursday, September 06, 2007

Last Man Standing

Blood colours the land with red
Mutiliated bodies decorate these ruins;
hear the silence cry.

Comrades and friends lost to gore
Every bullet piercing another heart;
see through the blinded eye.

Air smells of decay as the corpses live
No human nor animal in sight;
talk to yourself a beautiful lie.

Blood oozes out of fresh wounds of victory
No win or loss, the pain feels no more;
drag on till you sigh.

Thunderous claps welcome the hero
The victor, the last man standing;
Or, the next one to die.

2 comments:

Ray of Light said...

Victor and the Victim makes for a lovely topic any day. I could see the "last man standing" in every person..... almost.

Anonymous said...

just one word....awsome.....