[ WP ] Warriors killed in battle do n't go to Heaven or Hell , they stand guard in between .

Drip by drip....my brow kept it's continuous rhythm, the salty bitterness refreshes my parched lip. 
 
 `` Why the fuck, how does that even make sense, I guess that's why I've always enjoyed savory over..'' 
... I looked upward as more salt laden liquids skip on my pupils, like flat rocks on a still lake. `` I'm not in northern Virgnia anymore'' I say it to myself like I give a fuck, knowing well that I'm not who I ever was. 
 
 `` Remind yourself of who you are!! Get a hold and realize what you're doing now!!''.... 
 
 His tone overwhelms my inner thoughts. I'm not sure if it's my emotions or consciousness who leads the way now. I tell myself I'll see it through, my innate morality yanks and pulls at each fiber, `` WTF are you doing, get a F**KING GRIP.'' It's my time to go `` It's time to go'' I say to myself as I tear off the jacket they called `` strait.'' Ironic how I considered my self so linear. 
 
 I look up once more, this time the cold steel that I taste is red. I look down at my lifeless body, I find myself straight without a jacket and yet my drops seem red with tastelessness. 
 
 Drip by drip....my brow kept it's continuous rhythm, the salty bitterness refreshes my parched lip. 
 
 
 

