Fall and Grace
stubborn little bastards
hiding in their captors
shouting insults from afar,
threatening to appear.
but they just throw stings
keep the thoughts frozen
always there.
a sharp pain and scream.
they all come rushing in
to the defense line,
burning flames along the rim,
spears behind shaded eyes.
taunting tears.
stubborn bastards
never fall and grace.
(c) j.t. 112006