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Faded
The freckles on your skin,
Spilling constellations,
Of a future long lost.
Those milky eyes,
Sunken, blinded in clouds,
Of a past ever present.
What have you become?
How could you remain?
These battle scars.
A different kind.
No victory to boast,
As the last man stands.
Drop your weapon, soldier,
Peel from your tattoos,
Shrink into the cobwebs,
You tried to survive.
Sewing your eyes shut.
Doing so, cost you your life,
As I turn from the shattered mirror.
Spilling constellations,
Of a future long lost.
Those milky eyes,
Sunken, blinded in clouds,
Of a past ever present.
What have you become?
How could you remain?
These battle scars.
A different kind.
No victory to boast,
As the last man stands.
Drop your weapon, soldier,
Peel from your tattoos,
Shrink into the cobwebs,
You tried to survive.
Sewing your eyes shut.
Doing so, cost you your life,
As I turn from the shattered mirror.
Published 5th Nov 2012
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