My poem

[-JT-]

here is a poem i wrote one time, when i was bored

this shell i carry over my back is weiging me down
my delecate wings, traped beneath this camoflage uniform
my blood soaked clothes rotting over my ripped skin
i can feel the wrath of the people who attempt to end me upon my neck
its almost over, i can feel the crimson liquid ooze from my veins
please tell me, when this is over, will you remember and
who calls out my name, when my eyes close for the last time
does it all simply end, leaving nothing but a blood soaked carcus for the birds?
my eyes are heavy now, i feel faint, i can feel my mortal sole dubbing this iternal flame
i'm gone

not very good i know but anyway RATE IT :p please note that this is my firsat poem!