The Way She Lies

My Mind Follows

Don't really know why, I really enjoy listening to this song

Haha

Well made, none of that home-edited effects.

Collecting Dog Tags

I saw it, I saw their faces, as they were busy scouting the streets, looking for innocent people to kill. I held my breath and aimed, I shot the rifle over and over, I saw, the bullets piercing through the walls, hitting him in the head, just like that he was gone. Everybody ran for cover, they no longer had a thirst for blood, just to be sure no one spills theirs, I could see them all, hiding, fearing and I fired again...

one by one they fell to the floor. Perhaps it was the smoke that teared my eyes, made it hard to breath, cause how could I feel sorry now? I've come so far to destroy and wipe out the evil doers, to be just to the punisher. Was I wrong? was this hate not enough? I remember breathing it for years, waking up to it every morning and praying for this day.

I can't stop, I spotted another one behind the wheels, I shot him. He was still alive, somehow the bullets became weak, and they didn't kill him like they should have, they tortured him instead, they made me see him in pain.

I didn't want this for him, I wanted it to be quick and painless, but he was screaming and bleeding from his right eye, I fired again. I stood up, crying, with anger, hate and pain, I CRIED "DIE, PLEASE DIE".

It was all in my head, my voice couldn't be heard by anyone, except myself. I blew my cover, I was firing at him, bullets going through the heavy armor and disappearing in him. Soon he was free from the misery I had given him.

Now they could all see me, we aimed at each other, I screamed, my voice faded away to the sound of artillery, madness, dust every where, it took me awhile to duck and I never did. I ran into the smokes, somehow everything was gone. Breathless, I stood there in the street, the sun rays were very familiar to me, like a child's blanket, I have been raised under this heat, the dryness, I could feel it in my bed.

I ran, looking for survivors, nothing, everyone gone and their voices soon vanished into the distance. I was no longer carrying my rifle. I was free of this hate and happy to be alive. I cried, freely, my soul was defeated, as I sat there on my knees, crying, I could see the dog tags shining, the big and small.

Restless, impatient, I wiped the tears of my face. Someone had to know, someone had to tell. I have to take all the big ones back to their families. To their sons and daughters. I couldn't stop crying. Every single one of them shined, they shined and captured my attention one by one, as I collected them all.

I wore them around my neck. I know the tradition, the ritual. I'll walk into the streets, lit by color lights, as everyone celebrates my coming. I have to tell them, how brave their brothers and fathers were. How we stood there shoulder to shoulder, making this legacy.

(sigh)

she got me hooked

I like this beat...

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T for Two & Two for Tea

well not really, it's "one less bell to answer" heard it today on the radio.







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