His skin is desert sand and ashes,
Eyes breaking through like rocks.
Every heartbeat is a sniper's shot,
A double report echoing in the mountains of his chest.
His breath is mortar fire,
Explosive in the desert night.
His blood flows thick and dark like oil,
Driving the war machine ever forward.
Oct 1, 2013
Oct 1, 2013 at 10:39 PM UTC
His skin is desert sand and ashes,
Eyes breaking through like rocks.
Every heartbeat is a sniper's shot,
A double report echoing in the mountains of his chest.
His breath is mortar fire,
Explosive in the desert night.
His blood flows thick and dark like oil,
Driving the war machine ever forward.