Mr_Sandman's Blog

Somewhere between reality and dreams...I drift away
Days I have lived... from the past...come back to me
Haunting...that will never let me be

In my soul...guilt...for the things I could not change
A lump in my throat...as I sleep...as all the sadness begins to heap
Unable to stop these chains of events...I cannot breath

Understanding...comprehending...feeling...what any war truly is
My innocence...gone from me...all I trust...all that I was...just a memory...A monster for all to hate
Man...not meant for war...tries to rationalize...excuses the horrible...
...the cries...the screams...the anger...and tries to live his life..............in the end you can only run so far....but in the night ....like a sick parade that passed before my eyes...those days are played a thousand times over.