The cerebrum has suffered massive and reparable damage You never know what has happened to him If I have not been sure of this, I would not have permitted him to live Where am I? Father, what happened? I need help What is democracy? What is democracy? It got something to do with young men killing each other, Arthur What if its my turn, will you want me to go? For democracy, any man would give his only begotten son It is impossible for any severed individual to experience pain Pleasure, memory, dream or thought of any kind This young man will be as unfeeling as unthinking as the dead Until the day joins them I dont know weather Im alive or dreaming or dead or remembering How can you tell whats a dream and whats real When you cant even tell when your awake and when your asleep Where am I? I cant remember anything Cant tell if this is true or dream Deep down inside I feel to scream This terrible silence stops with me Now that the war is through with me Im waking up, I cannot see That theres not much left of me Nothing is real but pain now Hold my breath as I wish for death Oh, please God, wake me They kept my head and chopped off everything Oh, God, please make them hear me They wont listen, they wont hear me They got to wake me up Ill be like this for years, hear me Back in the womb its much too real In pumps life that I must feel But cant look forward to reveal Look to the time when Ill live Fed through the tube that sticks in me Just like a wartime novelty Tied to machines that make me be Cut this life off from me Hold my breath as I wish for death Oh, please God, wake me Its like a piece of me that keeps on living It wont always be like this, will it? I cant live like this! I-I cant! Please no I cant! I cant! Help me, help me, help me! Mother where are ya? Mommy, mother, Im having a nightmare and I cant wake up Now the world is gone Im just one Oh God help me Hold my breath as I wish for death Oh please God, help me Me lying here like, like some freak in a carnival show Here is the armless Legless Wonder of the twentieth century Death has a dignity of its own Father! I need help Im in terrible trouble and I need help Dont you remember when you were little? How and you and Bill Harper use to string a wire between the two houses So you could telegraph to each other Do You remember the Morse code? Darkness Imprisoning me All that I see Absolute horror I cannot live I cannot die Trapped in myself Body my holding cell Its Morse code For what? S.O.S. Help Landmine Has taken my sight Taken my speech Taken my hearing Taken my arms Taken my legs Taken my soul Left me with life in Hell Whats he saying? Said kill me Over and over again Kill me Oh god, please make them hear me Dont you have any message for him Arthur? Hes the product of your profession Not mine Kill me Im asking you to kill me Thank you Save me please Father Each man faces death by himself Alone Good-bye father Inside me Im screaming nobody pays any attention If I had arms, I could kill myself If I had legs, I could run away If I had a voice, I could talk and be some kind of company for myself How do I know theyll kill me? I could yell for help, but nobodyd help me I just got to do some kind of, see how I can go on like this S.O.S. help me S.O.S. help me Keep the home fires burning While our hearts are yearning
Posted on: Thu, 28 Nov 2013 05:44:22 +0000
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