Better Days

There was a point in my life, where I had lost sight of the light.
Walking down dark roads and lonely nights.
Not even Satan could explain to me, my wrongs from rights.
To some people temptation was a disease.
But to me, it was an escape from what I had seen.
Not having to differentiate what dreams were from memories.
Previous wars, bullets whistling and people's screams.
Only a certain few can understand the words that tend to bleed.
Lost friends, loved ones, and casualties.
Always looking over my shoulder, checking for the enemy.
Having to remind myself, that not every smile is a threat to me.