Hopeless

The machinery runs,
Does its job and loads the guns.
In our back, there it lies,
A barrel to show us how to die.

Closer to the edge,
We numb from toe to head;
Little do we know,
It’s bottomless, this pit below.

September 5, 2011
8:26 pm
Brittany Rose

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