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My soul craves for the constant beat of the drums,

It begs for the strums of the sleek beauty of a guitar.

Cries for the singer to put them at ease.

 …

Two years ago if you heard the name scotty you'd think of that one guy.

The once in a while person you would see that everyone seems to know.

Now if you hear my name you would recognize it as your protector.

The one who kills for a living, who never sleeps unless I have a gun.

Everyday there's bodies strewn everywhere splattered in blood and guts.

and everyday im the one walking past the engulfing flames getting to you.

My hair shagged and dried from…

What is it that makes us breathe? 

That makes us laugh, walk and die?

Life.

The very fruit of our existence that can suck us dry in a matter of seconds.

But chooses not to.

It carries us in its arms protecting us from harm, it shows us comfort when we need it most.…

The putrid smell of rotting flesh seeping into the air as I slide my mask on.

The filthy streets I walk past littered with dead bodies.

Their dead corpses a home for the creatures who scurry across the floor,The flies buzzing around making it hard to think.

No one is here. The faces of families and children stare at me with hopeless…