This is chilling!

I love it. All of it.

But my favorite part is: The night’s quiet atmosphere
Is destroyed by the noise they make
Gunfire blasting seems to be the solution
To the monsters that we create.

And this line: The door opens to my prison.
The door closes in his mind.

Oh! That just hit me hard for some reason that I can not explain with words.

Poetry is like that...gives feeling...unexplained by words.

Liked how you split the pov's up...too!

Wonderful,
Karen

Hey I realised I didn't review so I'm reviewing...you already know my viewpoint on this which I thought it was brilliant so...
I loved this part...
"He looks up at me knowing he'll be dead.
His cracked lips keep spilling broken lies.
I almost lose my strength and convictions
When I look into those bruised green eyes."
Scare4irony