burned
Tuesday, August 03, 2010
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.

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