Once was a person
Now just a picture
Depicted in darkness
Riddled with holes
No-one is innocent
The cynical say
Surely he knew he was
In harms way
Or perhaps not.
Can a man not go out to kill some time?
Have some fun?
Silence comes swiftly when its least expected.
In the noise.
Bodies riddled with holes.
Fare well.
Departed souls
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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