As it has been always, the hell of war resounds
Shell shocked and timid, the brave, slow to rebound
Greater souls and greater minds, have broken in the strain
My crutches of alcohol, and drugs, flowing in my brain
Returned a damaged toy, my usefulness at an end
No longer finding joy, in loved ones, or in friends
Even as the guns died down, and all the bombs were dropped
Within the silence I have found, it was my heart, that stopped
Oct 26, 2016
Oct 26, 2016 at 9:48 AM UTC
As it has been always, the hell of war resounds
Shell shocked and timid, the brave, slow to rebound
Greater souls and greater minds, have broken in the strain
My crutches of alcohol, and drugs, flowing in my brain
Returned a damaged toy, my usefulness at an end
No longer finding joy, in loved ones, or in friends
Even as the guns died down, and all the bombs were dropped
Within the silence I have found, it was my heart, that stopped
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