Gone But Not Forgotten
Posted: Wed Nov 11, 2009 3:57 pm
This is some shit I wrote on my first deployment, 4-5 years ago. Haze, you might remember this, I posted it on canibusworld I believe. Anyways, enjoy!
Wearable pride, they swear to live terrible lives/
The peril inside is of an incomparable size/
Carousel rides between home and away/
Hopin to stay so the love isn't broken or frayed/
A token of faith, kisses from spouses and kids/
How can he fix a situation when thousands exist/
Doubt is the brick that's keepin the marraige solid/
He senses cheating but its something he doesn't dare acknowledge/
So he writes everyday, calls when he has a chance/
At a glance appears happy but deep down he's a battered man/
Spends his days thinking of the times that they've had together/
Sad as ever when he pictures life as if he hadn't met her/
The crappy weather makes the depression even harder/
Slowly dying inside, convinced he doesn't need his armor/
A bleeding martyr, he never seemed lethargic/
Put a bullet through his heart to finish what she had started/
Awaken by bright lights, he slowly opens his eyes/
No one in sight, now the fear is growing inside/
He looks around the room but doesn't know the place/
Tries to sit up but there's no movement below his waist/
No escape from this hell, a nurse rushes to his aid/
Such a foolish fate to have to suffer to his grave/
Flustered through her ways, he should've just let her walk/
Accept the loss, he would have been better off/
Yet she's at his bedside pretending that she still loves him/
Guilt floods them but there's no mending for her ill husband/
Built trust and crushed it with the lust she can't control/
Her legs are strong, but it wasn't enough to clamp them closed/
He can't condone her actions, wishing he could get revenge/
Every spent breath he vents reaks of a deadly scent/
Let's be friends but she'll never keep her promises/
She's on her death bed, the test said HIV positive/
Wearable pride, they swear to live terrible lives/
The peril inside is of an incomparable size/
Carousel rides between home and away/
Hopin to stay so the love isn't broken or frayed/
A token of faith, kisses from spouses and kids/
How can he fix a situation when thousands exist/
Doubt is the brick that's keepin the marraige solid/
He senses cheating but its something he doesn't dare acknowledge/
So he writes everyday, calls when he has a chance/
At a glance appears happy but deep down he's a battered man/
Spends his days thinking of the times that they've had together/
Sad as ever when he pictures life as if he hadn't met her/
The crappy weather makes the depression even harder/
Slowly dying inside, convinced he doesn't need his armor/
A bleeding martyr, he never seemed lethargic/
Put a bullet through his heart to finish what she had started/
Awaken by bright lights, he slowly opens his eyes/
No one in sight, now the fear is growing inside/
He looks around the room but doesn't know the place/
Tries to sit up but there's no movement below his waist/
No escape from this hell, a nurse rushes to his aid/
Such a foolish fate to have to suffer to his grave/
Flustered through her ways, he should've just let her walk/
Accept the loss, he would have been better off/
Yet she's at his bedside pretending that she still loves him/
Guilt floods them but there's no mending for her ill husband/
Built trust and crushed it with the lust she can't control/
Her legs are strong, but it wasn't enough to clamp them closed/
He can't condone her actions, wishing he could get revenge/
Every spent breath he vents reaks of a deadly scent/
Let's be friends but she'll never keep her promises/
She's on her death bed, the test said HIV positive/