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The smoke is thick, I cannot see
There is no one left but me
I put myself into this hole
I signed the deal and sold my soul
As I look down, I see the ground
I don't know that I will be found
As I look up, I see the fire
Consequences looking dire
Alone I stood, alone I died
There was no chance to say-goodbye
The dust was thick, I couldn't breathe
Everyone else was gone but me
I cannot laugh, I cannot cry...
There's so much more than meets the eye
No emotions cross my face;
I left myself within that place.
-----
Ten years later, here I stand
I'm both the lion and the lamb
I put myself through that hell,
but it was my soul to sell
It hurts more now than before
Everything has changed since the war.
To this day my hands are red
With the blood of those who
Murder, murder
How dare you call me a deserter,
I was only trying to
Save, save,
Another from the grave!
I'm the lion and the lamb.
-----
Growing older makes it worse
Memories will never disperse
Numbing myself to reality
Has never helped.
As this-moment fades away
There's still a price to be paid.
Like a, lion leading the lamb to the slaughter,
Murder, murder
How dare you call me a deserter,
I was only trying to
Save, save,
Another from the grave!
I'm the lion and the lamb.
Murder, murder
How dare you call me a deserter,
I was only trying to
Save, save,
Another from the grave!
I'm the lion and I
Murder, murder
How dare you call me a deserter,
I was only trying to
Save, save,
Another from the grave!
I'm the lion!
There is no one left but me
I put myself into this hole
I signed the deal and sold my soul
As I look down, I see the ground
I don't know that I will be found
As I look up, I see the fire
Consequences looking dire
Alone I stood, alone I died
There was no chance to say-goodbye
The dust was thick, I couldn't breathe
Everyone else was gone but me
I cannot laugh, I cannot cry...
There's so much more than meets the eye
No emotions cross my face;
I left myself within that place.
-----
Ten years later, here I stand
I'm both the lion and the lamb
I put myself through that hell,
but it was my soul to sell
It hurts more now than before
Everything has changed since the war.
To this day my hands are red
With the blood of those who
Murder, murder
How dare you call me a deserter,
I was only trying to
Save, save,
Another from the grave!
I'm the lion and the lamb.
-----
Growing older makes it worse
Memories will never disperse
Numbing myself to reality
Has never helped.
As this-moment fades away
There's still a price to be paid.
Like a, lion leading the lamb to the slaughter,
Murder, murder
How dare you call me a deserter,
I was only trying to
Save, save,
Another from the grave!
I'm the lion and the lamb.
Murder, murder
How dare you call me a deserter,
I was only trying to
Save, save,
Another from the grave!
I'm the lion and I
Murder, murder
How dare you call me a deserter,
I was only trying to
Save, save,
Another from the grave!
I'm the lion!
Literature
The Child That Isn't There
She sang softly to the child that wasn't there,
Her words like honey,
Trickled through the air.
A lovely ballad, or a wordless tune,
Her music like rain,
Could make the flowers bloom.
She read quietly to the child that wasn't there,
Tales of adventure,
And wonder she did share.
Forgotten heroes and remembered rhymes,
The hopes and dreams of millions,
That stood the test of time.
She laughed with the child that wasn't there,
Full of life,
And without a single care.
Together they would laugh and play,
Having tickle fights,
And giggling the day away.
She worried about the child that wasn't there,
Whispering her fears at night,
Literature
Blind To The Rain
In the quiet streets
Rain falls and shines like diamonds.
But no one can see.
Literature
Reach
The paramedics lift me effortlessly
and deep in an ocean of sleep
I swallow the tube.
My lungs fill,
my throat as red and raw
as my softly beating heart.
Breathe, breathe.
My lips exhale
as soft and pale
as baby's breath
on the white pillow
of the hospital.
Asleep in the deep and gentle
pull of a coma
stirring with the quiet whirr
of machines keeping
me alive.
My hands shake
and reach
weakly for the touch
of my family
breathe, breathe.
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wow, this is so nice
poetic n emotional
poetic n emotional