Rescue at the line of fire.

I stand exposed in the line of fire

Ready to face the bullet like words

Taking aim the triggers are pulled

A layer of shield the thoughts from my brain


With the passage of time

The bullets become automated

Increasing in raving depth

With logic as its friend


Known to the innocent mind

Gravity of those mind boggling questions

Unable to withstand the onslaught

A hole is pierced direct to my chest


With skin scraped off the heart is hit

From the blood within arises a shield

Crafted with love, pure and unsullied

Scribbled with emotions and feelings


This new armour so strong

Dissolved the bullets one by one

A victorious self, stood alone

Backed by the heart and cared by Cupid




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