do you spend your nights away in lands that stretch too far?
do you spend your evenings gazing on your future's fallen star?
weren't you just at home in your bed?
fixing breakfast, making art.
does your mother know your body is painted
by your country's blood and scars?
is this the life you always dreamt of?
always near to death, tearing your soul apart.
your children are living off old cigars
fueled by the tears of your sweetheart.
and instead of being held by all the ones you love
you chose to rest in the arms of war.
well now you get to die alone
with this villain that you are.










