Blood oozing, dripping, streaming.
The lines form in the sand.
Bodies rotting, steaming, stinking.
As they lay across the land.

War has captured, maimed and killed.
It scars the heart of men.
It makes heroes out of nobodies,
Then takes their lives from them.

Burning bodies, souls and dreams,
It kills everything but time.
Reminiscing soldiers,
Dreams flooded with the crime.


Bleeding, for you.