"I have seen the night torn into thin darkling strips and woven into shapes too bleak for dreams."
For some unknown reason
This sentence speaks worlds
To me
Deep within my "soul"
You could call it
I feel it
Like a distant memory
Something long forgotten
But still itching to come up
For air
To be thought of again
Like we have scaled
The walls of Thermopylae
Or Constantinople
Through the darkness
Taking no prisoners
But lives instead
We have fought in battles
That would make today's wars
Pale at the bloodshed
Perhaps this is why
I feel so peaceful now
At ease with most things
I did my killing
Served my time
Saw enough bodies
Perhaps this is also why
I know exactly what to do
In almost all situations that
Hold violence
So let's put this to rest
Perhaps these are demons
But not memories
Past lives perhaps?
Or just my imagination.
Feb 24, 2013
Feb 24, 2013 at 1:18 AM UTC
"I have seen the night torn into thin darkling strips and woven into shapes too bleak for dreams."
For some unknown reason
This sentence speaks worlds
To me
Deep within my "soul"
You could call it
I feel it
Like a distant memory
Something long forgotten
But still itching to come up
For air
To be thought of again
Like we have scaled
The walls of Thermopylae
Or Constantinople
Through the darkness
Taking no prisoners
But lives instead
We have fought in battles
That would make today's wars
Pale at the bloodshed
Perhaps this is why
I feel so peaceful now
At ease with most things
I did my killing
Served my time
Saw enough bodies
Perhaps this is also why
I know exactly what to do
In almost all situations that
Hold violence
So let's put this to rest
Perhaps these are demons
But not memories
Past lives perhaps?
Or just my imagination.
