He still hears the screams Smells the flesh Tastes the death Sees the blood, Feels the pain, Whats to gain ? Nothings left... .. But the slug that remains in his right calf The bullet LAUGHS every time he cries, and it drives him MAD... Trying to sleep... But the visions give him a cold sweat The wars been over for two decades, but he still hasnt been home yet And every day he waits and strains to supress his guilt And forget the horror... The violence... The Kill or be Killed
Posted on: Mon, 17 Nov 2014 23:22:50 +0000