The Survivor
These eyes are wide open forever now , For they have seen things , Seen things that this man was listening for ages , From the time he was a child , He knew what would it be like , But never knew what would it be like to him , Every crimson is blood to him now , Every voice is a scream to him now , Every silence ia a haunting hallow now , This man of war will soon be forgotten, and so will be his comrades who died in his arms , Men who stared in his eyes whilst dying and stared forever , People who come to him when he tries to sleep , Asking him why did he let them die , Never can he forget those friends lying on the land , gasping for a single more breath each time , Never can he forget the blood and guts of men , And will find them everywhere around him wherever shall he go , Now he is no one but A boy who walks alone in the dark , A boy who gets frightened on every noise , A boy who screams every morning before rising , A boy who cries and hates himself for being alive , A boy who ...