The thoughts are like bullets.
The ones that carry your name.
There are enough to continuously
entertain this sick brain like a bane.

It is all so bizarre.

Sometimes I´m in the trench,
trying to fight their clench.
But sometimes they come out of the blue,
kinda just like you, if only you knew.

The fronts are stale and the days feel pale.
My actions seem of little avail on this trail.
Besides, I can´t seem to find rest anywhere.
Maybe it´s because you are way over there.

And I am right here,
reliving an old nightmare.

Reminds me of boot camp, and crying rain.
The hours before the exam, the inexplicable pain.
Gazing eyes. Gaping smiles upon the wall.
A continuous fall, this war zone brawl.