Shattered soldier in the middle of nowhere
with a body tattered of forgotten kisses
battered every inch from the waist up and down
and that’s how I go into battle
rattled.
Taking the cowards way out
is out of the question
it's not part of the equation
I live in no man's land setting
up tent above a land mine
ready to go off with what little is left of me.
I am a victim of my own friendly fire
a masochistic hit-man for hire
carry me in your arms
and out in of this ****** battlefield
that came to life right after your abandon
I held myself for ransom
tied up on the same chair
made of your remembrance
where the untamed odor of your skin remained
and the fragmented pieces
of my flesh where deserted
left for the vultures of oblivion
facing a firing squad
and it was myself pulling the trigger
in the darkest of dawns
painting the air in blood
like finger painting from my son
I went into battle with myself
to rescue my own soul.
I went into battle without ammo
with love poems in my pocket
so I could set a bone fire
to keep me warm
during the long dreadful nights
where not a single star came out to shine
only the faithful moon
which reminded me of you
so either way my fate was doomed
in this unrelentless battle for my life
blindfolded with no cigar
I never wanted to lose.