Trench Warfare
I bled for you in the trenches. I bled for you in the streets. I bled for you on the mountains. I bled for you on that bloody beach. I've bled for you in front of the mirror. I've bled for you in the sheets. I've bled for home and country, why won't my country bleed a little for me? I can only recognize the disparate faces on the street. I can only realize afterwards there is no skin under my feet. I've seen worlds and words or weeping and gnashing teeth. I've seen fakes smiles and head nods and peeks of masks and what's underneath. I've seen players in the club and club goes on under their feet. I have seen and done so much, I feel my eyelids get so weak. I have tried to do it; I did. I've tried the long good night, but it ended up dying in sunlight's defeat. Sweet, sweet surrendering. The once and final sweet, sweet release. That voice is on repeat. Glad to be the most crazy person in the room and I know you all can see.