Oct 2013
These trenches scream
with the souls of
fallen men. Left
to be remembered by
letters they sent home.
Songs of love, tears of blood,
their cries of pain
soothe the ravens
to sleep.
with the souls of
fallen men. Left
to be remembered by
letters they sent home.
Songs of love, tears of blood,
their cries of pain
soothe the ravens
to sleep.
