War Animal

Sorround sound, bullets popping in my ear.

My own fear I can hear.

Finely sharpened skin-ripping spears.

Slowing down my fast scuttling pace, the realizing "truths" just slap me in my dirt covered face, taste of sour coated hate, the humid slash scorching hot taste rust buds in my sanded dry deserted mouth.

Mountains of combust combat anger, that want to head down south.

Southern volcanic hell, that is.

Around me, surrounds me the red jaw dropping, gun popping blood.

The many drops of human liquid laying on my bayonet, may connect to some past love, tears, and sweat.

Exhibiting my defense in this offensive trial, cause I can see my prey for miles. Predator on prey, prey on predator, thats all i see.

Cause imma genetically developed, high voltage killing machine.

Built with an inside out protective iron shield.

Giving you a bullet for every meal.

Guilty, innocent ya'll all go too, cause eventually you'll end up in this boiled bone soup.

Cold hearted thoughts coiled up in the wires of my brain.

Hey!!

I wasn't trained to go insane,

I wasn't trained for all this pain,

I wasn't trained to turn back and stop!

I was trained to keep goin until you get to the top.

I was trained to have no feelings, another words i'm no longer a human being.

My dry tears can only stay in my imaginary fears, never steer to the side cause it's just pride.

Focus on my running acts, on my hit n' run tactics, focus on how i'm gonna catch you just to make sure i'm the last thing you see.

Cause imma genetically developed, high voltage killing machine.

So, if you don't wanna end up like me, don't listen to Uncle Sammy.

Cause he don't want you.

Look at me! I don't know how I got here!

Now i'm owned, put away when not needed.

But what they don't now is that i've cried and bleeded.

               Stoned for life.

Do me a favor:

               Don't be an Army of one.

                     Instead be,

A follower of none.

                                 Think about it, hero

Tatyana Cabrera