Tomorrow.

With my eyes on the floor, I walk this road.
Sinking into the invisible, nobody can tell.
Assassin. 
No shelter from the rain and the cold that is my heart.
I guess I'm trapped. 
Nonetheless I've walked here many a time.
"Stop. Turn around. You cannot do this" he speaks.
He is nothing new, nor is he a part of the old. 
Instead he is the part of me that hasn't fully transformed.
Or healed, as I like to call it. 
They call it a conscience. 
Thats the weak for you..giving everything a name.


"You can flee" they tell me. 
Flee? there is no such thing. 
This country is a part of my being. 
Since birth that 11 years ago - this is my destiny. 
Head strong, shoulders back... I turn this corner.
I attack.
I was trained, I was taught, I knew.
There is no time left.


The grown men I face, used to laugh and spit. "Child."
The men that took my parents. 
I used to curse them.. but words are not enough.
Bullets do the trick, though. 


Silence, oh how I love thee. 
As I stand on him. His cold chest my throne.
1 down. 
Look who's laughing now.
I've claimed my victory. 
Tomorrow my siblings will play outside.