There's a story on my lips--
Unwarranted, can't let it slip.
On my pen I'll cling, I'll grip;
Bleed my heart through fingertips.
Ink stained page, a wounded soul;
Fine point to slay my self control.
Carnage I could never show
To those I have come to know.
This is a side meant only for
Fellow soldiers out at war.
Faceless under armor worn--
But words we jab revealing more.