the sacrifice my arrow has

scarface plays.
i peer
and hear
screen shots.
lots

rain pelts.
nearly
nine hundred thousand
per second
drops

atop her balcony
her point of view
is about breaks
songs and signs
and bravely takes it out
on wine.

fine

maybe the gaps in your life
are like the stars.
pinned infinite
and painfully far

discussed whys
disgruntled sighs
disgusted cries
disguised eyes

don't look at the stars.

look to the skies

aim'en
say goodbye
to your final flag
and wave.

no longer trembling

slave no more

take out your gun
run
and
funly fire away.