Ground War

 

Blood on the battlefield.
Tears in your heart.
You don't see it coming.
It rips you apart.
You fall on your face
And you lie on the ground.
You black out the past.
Forget what you've found.
Your sick to your stomach,
You sit and you wait.
Nothings important.
The moments to late.
Death is around you.
Death is inside.
You are forced into death.
And each death you die.
You close your eyes anyway.
Rise to your feet.
Pretend that its over.
Revisit in sleep.
You wonder importance.
If the difference is made.
Who did you lose.
Who did you save.
Can it be that your tainted.
Your just not the same.
Faceless no glory.
Numbers not names.
But this is a price.
A debt that is made.
It has to go on.
The debt must be paid.
Wake up on Sunday.
Pray to the sky.
Kill again Monday.

And try not to cry.