Such crazy thoughts run through my mind
Mangled and twisted in such ways
Nothing could ever be so kind
Yet when I turn to sadden day
Nothing ever seems satisfied
The blood of others lap the land
Only making scarlet sand
The fallen in of mine
Make reflections so divine
The death of many haunt me
Begging,screaming to be set free
What am I to do instead?
Just try to fall asleep in bed?
No pity's ever given out
Instead just horrid screams and shouts
How can I escape my mind
Without pulling the trigger to end my life?
Mangled and twisted in such ways
Nothing could ever be so kind
Yet when I turn to sadden day
Nothing ever seems satisfied
The blood of others lap the land
Only making scarlet sand
The fallen in of mine
Make reflections so divine
The death of many haunt me
Begging,screaming to be set free
What am I to do instead?
Just try to fall asleep in bed?
No pity's ever given out
Instead just horrid screams and shouts
How can I escape my mind
Without pulling the trigger to end my life?
Marek
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