1,2,3
One after the other they spread
The possible names filling my head
Unmarked graves from after the war
The possibilities making my heart soar
4,5,6
How many people are buried you think?
The ground unfoot so soft that you sink
Piles of dirt, dying grass, and elm trees
Filled with soldiers who've traveled across the seas
7,8,9
The clouds cover the sky over head
My feet start to drag, heavy as lead
I march on forward as the clouds grow darker
Not a single grave has a marker
10,11,12
A figure looms in the distance
I pick up the pace and match his stance
"It's time?" I asked
The figure nodded, The grimreaper unmasked
13,14,15*
A new unmarked grave is found
They don't dare disturb the ground
My body lies inside, killed by the hand of death
I guess that's what happens when a guy plays with meath
*16,17,18...

Sun coming out, Ugh!
Morning rises and it already starts
the yelling the screaming!!!,
Why? oh! why must I have to wake,
take this young man away,
to a Better Place  Mr. Grimreaper,
dont lead the way!! Are you Crazy!
just drag my breathing dead corpse,
along that graveled path so that i may feel my body
leaving this cold world and enjoying every
scar and wound that i leave behind!!!

You drag me, I SMILE=)  then salute the Life that I will not miss,
like a soldier going home from months of endless combat

I leave Now shed my Last Tear and Wave

GOODBYE!!!!

Flirting with death like it's a handsome man