Calls Poem by Dislocated Heart

The ammunition I hold so dear,
I tuck it away for what I fear.
You used up all your rounds,
surrounding me with a Crimson ground.
racing through all my thoughts,
in disbelief my heart drops.

Proven with confirmation for what is true.
now I am surrounded all by Blue.
taken out of the equation as unfairness rules.
Laws of uncertainty surely came true.
shank me with hallow words,
Knocked out while I talk in slurs.

Remove the infection in my core,
profusely, I bleed. with all my sores,
mop me up, as the curtains draw,

I am alone..
as my demon calls..