| I can remember some one looking down at me, as I lay unmoving, these images I see, are one great big, memory. Blood and bones, bodies all around, just strawn. Can you hear the screams? Is this a dream. I can feel the pain, I'm waking up to reality, I want some more moraphine. Fold the paper, and set it ablaze, for my flesh, feels like it is infested with a disease. I feel this agony its very real, I think Iv lost all control of motor skills. I guess this is a curse of life, birthed from my mistakes. Napalm gel, burns within the cell, the world is on fire, my skin is burning hotter. I cannot feel anything, or anyone anymore. I cannot see, I cannot live like this, I will, I won't. I can. I don't. Just, OD ME ON MORAPHINE! Placed in intensive care, oh, this surgery I fear. I hear nothing but mummbleing voices, they incompasitate me.......... NIGHTMARES! TO VIVID FOR ME! GRABBING THE GRENADE BURNING ALIVE! EXPLOSION HAS MADE ME A MIME! I COULD NOT SPEAK, I COULD NOT RUN! I WAS ANOTHER LOST CAUSE WHEN THE BOMB FINALLY WENT OFF! NOW THIS MEMORY IS A STAIN ON MY MIND! WHAT COULD NOT BE! HAS FINALLY SET ME FREE! THIS IS PAIN THIS IS PAIN! THE MEMORY IS COMPLETLY INSANE! TAKE A STAND IN MY SHOES! YOU CANNOT WALK! YOU CANNOT MOVE! A BROKEN BODY! FLESH BURNING! LIFE STUCK IN STASIS, NO MY HEAD ISN'T EVEN TURNING! MY LESSON HAS BEEN LEARNED! ITS TIME TO DISCERN, HERE IS MY NUMBER ONE CONCERN, THE PAIN FROM THESE WOUNDS! OD ME ON MORAPHINE DEAR GOD PLEASE! |
