Point Blank

Ringing in my ears were gunshots,
Vainly I tried to hold the sniper rifle steady,
Breathing in the cold, chilling air,
That spoke nothing but death, destruction, despair.

Icicles hang from rooftops,
It's all too silent,
Sometimes I think I'm dead,
Only to hear a scream and a bullet,
The wind filled with dread.

Train tracks below me,
Laying on my stomach, something,
Wishing that this war was over,
Wishing on a dead four leaf clover.

Blood covers snow, but I've stopped looking,
Thankfully, for otherwise,
I might just die inside,
Knowing that was all that remained of my comrades.

Lone wolf,
Prepare to die,
You caused this
Now you're mine.

A shot rang out and struck him,
Maybe a sign,
As his memories faded,
I learned to treasure mine, anew,
Forever.

Just like my brothers
Before they died.