Strayed

Let Wrath display it's vengeances he's eager,
To place pressure on the trigger.
Igniting his minions as they see the light at the end of the tunnel,
With no particular target in sight,
He took no opinions that night.
He removed the barricades that confines this Chaos,
The bringer of swift and blinding injustice shall pay off.
And as released his minions,
The line advanced in succession.
My enthusiam matched his aggression.
My aim to please matched his oppression.
I lie number eleven in a family of twelve of decibal breaking blasts.
The hype was breath-taking as my time has come at last.
And as feelings of sudden rush only experienced in thrill rides filled my mind of narrow.
How could I have known what awaited on the other side of the barrel.
As Wrath was influenced by confusion,
The fusion of the right chemicals,
Let me, Chaos, go.
An outcome star-crossed in which only time could tell.
The feel of freedom when I came out from my shell.
The ones who knewhit the ground and stayed down,
Except for the innocent girl at the playground.
I penetrated the head of the girl,
and once inside I shattered her world.
To have her life end at six.
To be accidentally caught up in the mix.
The blood sprayed like spilt Virgin Daiquiri,
Trapped inside the inner walls of her body,
as she laid on the bloody concrete.
But today Chaos reigned the streets.
The streets in which by-standers continue to walk.
Her body soon to be outlined in chalk.
But I continued my path,
Ricocheting off the blood bath.
Finally lying on the floor in the stillness of time.
She lost her lifewhen I lost mine.
Deep in thoughts and memories,
My conscience isn't letting me forget,
That I'm just another strayed bullet.