Disappointment.

Pride Ed

27 May, 2014 05:00 AM 
like when I saw them
 falling. 
 Shot out of the sky,
 gun still shooting astral wings, 
 smoke still churning from the barrel,
 and I hate that I see it linger 
 longer than the last breath they inhale. 

A child breathes that air. 
 That air means
 gas to those useless 
 childhood thoughts; 
 nothing but fairy-tales for the weak,

      who suffocate with pressed hands,
      beaned knees...

 And I never understood how that 
 worked until I pulled the trigger;

      the gunshot that woke me up.
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