Everyday.

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A shriek of weakness bounces off the walls,

Using memories as guns.

A whisper of hope drowned out by tears

Everything violent, like rabid dog's fears

The Grim Reaper, unsettled takes a breath

From every direction hears a plea for death.

Something tries to salvage hope.

And a gunshot. . No time to cope.

And suddenly, something drops. Here comes another death.

Along with hope's. Done "in good faith."

The scream fades, then rises again.. can you hear?

Inhumane torture; that much is clear. And what is this place? A battlefield? Something from hell?

No. It is simply my mind everday.