I have not a rhyme nor reason for why I feel this way, everything I found joy in has seem to fall away.
The sex no longer pleases, the drink don't quench my thirst, if I smoke a cigarette it burns me like my first.
My mind is filled with bullets from battles fought so long ago, I can't replace them with good thoughts, that war has took its toll.
I'm surrounded here by shadows in this land that knows no Day, the angels I thought I had have all but gone astray.
My stomachs filled with butterflies but not the kind that I seek, they are the kind that fuel my anger and make my spirit weak.
The darkness staring back at me has met my eyes with hate, they look unto me with distaste in this land I helped create.
My brothers all call out to me like I can save them from their doom, truth is I cannot save myself I'm like a baby in a womb.
Along for a ride that will never end until death takes me, I mean to say, I'll live forever tortured by these demons that I can't slay.
©jarnmarr
J