deepundergroundpoetry.com
What lies behind these eyes
Many visions that some of you want to see
Nightmares of death and bloody streets
Alot from them, also some from me
This was not a game, their were no cheats
Seeing daylight thru them before the bodies drop
Continuing this cycle day after day
Never knowing when will I ever stop
Dropping them like lambs; a thousand yards away
I have had more than my share of death
More than most will ever write about
I can say all of this without loosing my breath
My war continues even though I am out
Having my brothers blood painted on me
Carrying him many yards at a time
These are some of the images that you want to see
I see it everynight always at bedtime
I sleep with music to block deafening cries
The help me please, end it now, don't let me be caught
I see all of this when I close my eyes
Always a calm before the storm when you hear the shot
Twelve years of doing what you want to feel
I always to wonder who the animals were
A knife, a spotter, and a weapon of steel
Most of this seeming erotic, you will concur
I do not regret everything that I have done
Many reasons why I was a bringer of death
I picked my life; instead of a pencil; I picked a gun
Ladi'doddy kill every damn body was my shibboleth
Everyone seems to fear death so much
Life it only seems to bring death itself
I have seen it and even had a touch
Wanting to bath in blood and seeing brains
You can write and speak of it to everyone else
My dream a carpeted with these stains
In remembence of my falling bothers
3/75th Ranger Regt U.S. ARMY
Nightmares of death and bloody streets
Alot from them, also some from me
This was not a game, their were no cheats
Seeing daylight thru them before the bodies drop
Continuing this cycle day after day
Never knowing when will I ever stop
Dropping them like lambs; a thousand yards away
I have had more than my share of death
More than most will ever write about
I can say all of this without loosing my breath
My war continues even though I am out
Having my brothers blood painted on me
Carrying him many yards at a time
These are some of the images that you want to see
I see it everynight always at bedtime
I sleep with music to block deafening cries
The help me please, end it now, don't let me be caught
I see all of this when I close my eyes
Always a calm before the storm when you hear the shot
Twelve years of doing what you want to feel
I always to wonder who the animals were
A knife, a spotter, and a weapon of steel
Most of this seeming erotic, you will concur
I do not regret everything that I have done
Many reasons why I was a bringer of death
I picked my life; instead of a pencil; I picked a gun
Ladi'doddy kill every damn body was my shibboleth
Everyone seems to fear death so much
Life it only seems to bring death itself
I have seen it and even had a touch
Wanting to bath in blood and seeing brains
You can write and speak of it to everyone else
My dream a carpeted with these stains
In remembence of my falling bothers
3/75th Ranger Regt U.S. ARMY
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 7
reading list entries 2
comments 4
reads 907
Commenting Preference:
The author encourages honest critique.