Araaa Aquarian
Humanities
Final Draft
4/3/13
Battle Scars
Boys
March into fame
Children
Who were only born to be abducted
Convinced of all impossible
Ready to battle against all odds
Heads high
Eyes shining proud
Like a seed sucked into a hurricane
The boys sucked into a whirlwind of glory
The beginning
Of the end
An abandoned field
A fighter on the frontline
Ghosts of lost souls linger in the shadows
Hairs prickling up along his neck, the sense of a stalker’s eyes
Gazing
Into his soul
Walking corpses waiting for the kill
Like hungry lions stalking helpless pray
Fear of the unknown
Like the fear of flowers being laid on a shining box,
His survival undecided
Shots are fired
Screams begin
The earth erupts along the horizon
Like a child on the first day of school,
The soldier pushed into a busy crowd
His mind embezzled by the animal within
A stalker approaches
Eyes glowing with hate
A vicious bull blinded by the red, an animal
It closes in like the darkness at dusk
The soldier lashes out
Like an insecure bully
A single shot and all is quiet
Once a stalker but now a man
Lying lifeless on the ground
All is hushed
Explosions fade, smoke lingers, skies
Darken
Bodies strewn across the field like flowers in the spring
Heart pounding, body trembling
Pools of blood drip all around
The ruins shattering a soul within
He fades into the dark, waiting for the end
The weight of the world persuading him into the soil
Wishing life away
The deep and dark brightness washes him aside
Woken from the past
Long nights of sleepless misery
The man never leaving his dreams, a staggering spirit
Memories that haunt his mind, never fading
Bullet holes never closing
Guilt that lingers like a butterfly on a flower
He stands
Dead
At his feet
Life now a broken defibrillator fighting to bring him back,
But never succeeding
The only medicine is to
Let
The pain
Win
Humanities
Final Draft
4/3/13
Battle Scars
Boys
March into fame
Children
Who were only born to be abducted
Convinced of all impossible
Ready to battle against all odds
Heads high
Eyes shining proud
Like a seed sucked into a hurricane
The boys sucked into a whirlwind of glory
The beginning
Of the end
An abandoned field
A fighter on the frontline
Ghosts of lost souls linger in the shadows
Hairs prickling up along his neck, the sense of a stalker’s eyes
Gazing
Into his soul
Walking corpses waiting for the kill
Like hungry lions stalking helpless pray
Fear of the unknown
Like the fear of flowers being laid on a shining box,
His survival undecided
Shots are fired
Screams begin
The earth erupts along the horizon
Like a child on the first day of school,
The soldier pushed into a busy crowd
His mind embezzled by the animal within
A stalker approaches
Eyes glowing with hate
A vicious bull blinded by the red, an animal
It closes in like the darkness at dusk
The soldier lashes out
Like an insecure bully
A single shot and all is quiet
Once a stalker but now a man
Lying lifeless on the ground
All is hushed
Explosions fade, smoke lingers, skies
Darken
Bodies strewn across the field like flowers in the spring
Heart pounding, body trembling
Pools of blood drip all around
The ruins shattering a soul within
He fades into the dark, waiting for the end
The weight of the world persuading him into the soil
Wishing life away
The deep and dark brightness washes him aside
Woken from the past
Long nights of sleepless misery
The man never leaving his dreams, a staggering spirit
Memories that haunt his mind, never fading
Bullet holes never closing
Guilt that lingers like a butterfly on a flower
He stands
Dead
At his feet
Life now a broken defibrillator fighting to bring him back,
But never succeeding
The only medicine is to
Let
The pain
Win