Burning last reminiscences of a past life, spinal tapped into a mind of pain.

The war boots, hidden under the bed, destroying the blood stained uniform.

The medals still hanging inside the cabinet, the feeling of shame.

The innocent die, with high orders, families die, villages burn to ash.

Nightmares plague the night, the eyes of a thousand faces haunting.

The sunlit hours, creeping around with a sense of paranoia.

A life for a life, now as these blue eyes turn red, all dressed up in the last suit worn by all.

Lifeless hands, dangling legs with a tight neck.

No screams, speechless, ready to join the nightmares.

A sudden blow, a short of breath, the tears of a thousand ages falling.

Its an unhappy affair, that’s could be caused by a string of things, knowing what it is niggling painfully through your heart.

Why does it hurt? What is this heavy feeling?

Where did these feelings of hurt come from?

Drowning out the world with loud music, to hide the pain , to feel blinded by hope.

A constant rain, a storm, each drop is like a fragment of feelings, that sink into the wounds.

Then comes the deep breath, the last few tears, the warm comforting hugs.