May 13, 2012 12:21
Dad,
I see their faces
The young, old, battered, bloodied, and insane
They follow me, it try to escape but in vain
They come to me late at night
I am drinking to hide from the fright
How did you do it?
How did you survive?
All of those staring frightened eyes
The ones from war and the ones from peace
Did you ever put your mind at ease?
I'm looking to put these demons of mine
To put them behind me and let them rest