I don’t know rattling gunfire terror
Sand in eyes when sight is key
I’ve never had life flow
From my best friend onto my fingertips
I’ve never killed a stranger
Or hated one enough to seriously consider it
I haven’t watched metal angels soar
Releasing exploding flowers from their bellies
I don’t wake cold sweaty drenched
Long after the battle has ended
I don’t see faces endless faces
Imagine lives that do not live
I don’t want any of this
I’ll probably never have any of this
I won’t know it
I won’t live with it
So why
Should they?
Aug 25, 2010
Aug 25, 2010 at 9:05 PM UTC
I don’t know rattling gunfire terror
Sand in eyes when sight is key
I’ve never had life flow
From my best friend onto my fingertips
I’ve never killed a stranger
Or hated one enough to seriously consider it
I haven’t watched metal angels soar
Releasing exploding flowers from their bellies
I don’t wake cold sweaty drenched
Long after the battle has ended
I don’t see faces endless faces
Imagine lives that do not live
I don’t want any of this
I’ll probably never have any of this
I won’t know it
I won’t live with it
So why
Should they?
I've been doing some thinking lately.