Tracer Soliloquies

The shot that splits the heart

Blows apart the memories of season

Bloodies the history it seized upon

And never finishes its tracer soliloquies

The shot that splits the dark

Shocks luck away with desperation

Never answers it�s own question

In the echoes of its tracer soliloquies

The shot that splits the air

Blows away the breath of companions

Dissipates and vanishes with no reason

In the wisps of tracer soliloquies

The shot that splits the mark

Severs the rites of consecration

Delivers its own senseless summation

In the hollow sound of tracer soliloquies