I am alone,
Inside my head,
Inside my room,
Full of dead.

They cry and laugh,
And tell stories.
Listen to them,
Forget your worries.

Enter two more,
Unlike the others,
Alive, beautiful,
Born to be lovers.

Pick and chose,
Which one you want.
Present or future,
See what they got.

But be aware,
Present is unknown.
Future loves you already,
And my mind is blown.

The dead look to me,
Shrugging their shoulders.
"What am I doing here?"
Whispered the tired solider.  

I say I don't know,
And to my despair.
I realize I'll lose one,
If I don't care.