all of it
gone
stay with me
lick
the ashes
i hear you
you can't sleep either
we fight the same madness
with different weapons
this war
of boredom, of frustration
hopelessness and spite
we are soldiers
waiting for our turn
at death for glory
our mercy bullet
never coming
soon enough.
burned
Tuesday, August 03, 2010
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