Twisted Melody
a sniper sits perched in the snow,
a faint glow from the settling sun, as cold winds begin to blow
he maneuvers over his side, making sure to blend at key points
Abnormal makings shifting reality, freezing cold cracking joints...
.................................................. .........i feel the winds against my skin
I've been in the same look out for over an hour, mood sour, scraped bleeding shin
some call me a has been soul, control comes down to vitals pumping
sanity was a factor it seemed like ages ago, unseen it dwindled to nothing
slowly i took on a new sanity, vanity not an option
I'm hoping for a future but my distorted past blends my path
with no notion Ive taken my last few blasts when i collected dog tags
watching soldiers carrying lighters convening a message ans igniting drags
cigarettes like animals looking for a psychological vet
few I've met levelheaded, but nerves of steel and shaky hands
never in high demand, yet in my place he wouldn't realise
the climax was so easily seen as the unexpected demise
a shadow in the dark pasts, retracing the skyline as it sets and rises,
my heavenly sent path was hijacked by terrorists,
spirits fall but death tolls rise walking from the mist
a shift in regiment, so suddenly climes in size
from the moon to the the sea, the reflection of memory fell
plays an untuned melody a soliloquy derived from hell
the bell rings and from the death tolls, minutes, days, years
fears double, when suddenly the worst gets to be the unsettling norm
the storm that rises is brought beyond the worlds reflection of doom forlorn
soon i will squeeze ever so slightly, sending the already made demons down
with no more sounds than air and a thud, victims are gone to wait
fate tears them unknowingly down with me for eternity
the new world movement I've never questioned...
the only mission i have left depends on this section
I'm testing bounds broken over fate deduction
selection of infection seen throughout and done
corrupt tunes play at random times
as another body hits the floor
a classical string rings uncontrollably
words only mummers on the wind...
as i catch conversations drifting
sifting from one wavelength to ears and keen senses
I'm akin to none, yet i understand survival and instinct
distinct the ones i kill, yet i only glance at the victim
still it gloom's, the taste that the staring gaze leaves within
"i cannot live in this world, unless you do this with me"
A shot rippled across the abandon buildings.
melding the atmosphere to an almost
frantic uneasiness feeling with no shielding
weeded from the start of a simple itch
till you're looking for a bullet hole
a mole in your infantry spins on a broken axis
maxes his life and sees the light, lets go with his smg
see the last glee was a simple act of free time to die
i can sigh and wait...
"but fate left me here... making this choice..."
The general targeted by the sniper ran in a hurry
luring his officers to follow, and forget about the jury
the forces would be fine... he said "it's a sign sir"
but the whole battlefield was a misshapen blur
The snipers gun rested on sights; the general walking off
the fight ended, depended on the one fatal shot
he stopped and thought, cost the whole crop
he fell willingly beside his still set up gun
with his handheld pistol in his fingers. no more numb eardrums
and he waits forever... to put an end to sin
for the "perfect shot" to break this unfit music within
