• peachywriter 27w


    gun fire that sways
    lingering with pistols
    In their scarred hands
    Are tears of the fallen
    Laid out behold
    Crying in damnation
    Letting the darkness
    Ride along on horses
    Weeping and fighting
    Such frail soldiers
    Battles on the fields
    With crys of victory
    Gun fire piercing my soul
    Tainted by the screams
    Of the ones who had fallen
    On a whim
    That is beholden
    Like truth is spoken
    Our freedom is stolen