My thoughts haunted, a hollow state of apathy and the tears of fallen memories, will I ever see their faces again? The time shared and exchanged can I reconcile with something that is so far away, is there recompense for such a tragic fate? The battles we’ve fought, the lives we’ve taken, and will we ever be anything more than soldiers on the frontlines, forsaken? Are we the same as before have we grown or are we worn? The fear of death the constant barrage of the enemy, is it them or me? Brothers lost, their lives taken in a distant land that is already forsaken, what is worth the death of so many minds? The chaos ensues, all whom are not prepared simply dissipate, and it is so melancholically unreal, the soul is all that they can steal The weapon my friend, death it’s only desire nothing new in its future, it just fuels the fire, nothing more nothing less, death it’s only desire Saturnine as the day’s light ends, the gunfire only grows higher as the vultures circle the fields, children cry through the night The screaming of each man, the tears and blood of each one, the land is quite now, all that remains are the memories I’ve come home ever since those days, however I’ll never be the same, the battles I’ve won the victory proclaimed, have we truly won if were still not sane? The town I see is not that of my youth, only now is it covered with dust, the machines speckled with rust I laugh and cry. Is it sadness or pride? Those endless moments so far away, my former self in a land distained, can I ever live the same way again or shall I just dissipate into dust?