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its wasn't a floor,
but a carpet of blood and bodies.
it was a mess,
bones, bullets and spent cartridges,
but of souls and spirit.

i could barely stand,
the holes in me were nothing
compared to the one in my heart.
blood tasted sour and
my weapon, still smoking.

the battle wasn't lost,
though many brothers of mine,
like parts of me
scarred forever;
it just screeched to a halt.

the enemy stood before,
an obstacle shielding glory,
possibly personal it may be.

i crawl away, a flower in my hand,
my guts hanging on
the fact that there was a battle,
with it awaits a selfless treasure
which had to be fought one day.

i could have shot the obstacle,
blown it to bits with my sanity;
i could have given flowers...

but no,
my hope shines on the light,
which upholds those very flowers,
lonely like the stars and
as bright as the sun.

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you are patient,
you are kind,
you'll never leave our minds,
you can hurt in the behind.

you are tender,
you are strong,
you would make a good steak,
and could last forever.

you are pleasure,
you are pain,
you're about giving,
and not what we stand to gain.

you are honest,
you are trust,
truth here is a must,
stop thinking about all that lust.

you are beautiful,
you are sexy,
sometimes you're so petty,
nothing but messy.

you are nowhere,
you are everywhere,
people are always looking for you,
surprise them, that's what you always do.

you are everything,
you are nothing,
no one could ever find the right words for you;
i know it's not nice,
but your name will have to suffice,
so... what are you?