this place is familiar to me
I've walked this raod
gravel dusted, musty
trenches where they would hide
in between bullet-screaming salvos
it amuses me
this place where men, no, boys would run
and the only way to leave would be in stained red stretchers
the silence, the silence
against the deafening shells

but now
only silence
and the bodies that litter the floor

wow, emo... poem?
who knows
sounds rather nice though :D
I mean, its a good poem :D

past few days have been fun
ni, lazy to blog