Bombshell Mind

Bombs in the rain
The feel of shrapnel cutting through my skin
Since when was my heart so thin
The thunder is my war tune 
The lighting my parade
The heavy falling raindrops
Are bullets in my brain
The sound of screaming fills my ears with grey 
Just like the heavy sky 
The looming ever growing mass that I see today 
The rivers I see beneath my feet
Feel as though they are red
As they feed the ever thirstfull trees that sprawl above my head
Soldiers run past my eyes
As time flies backwards steady
I feel as though when the time comes
No one is ever ready
Called upon to battle 
Made for butcher the pawn in some rich mans sick game
To balance no mans table out 
To cut the lions mane 
To creat peace with out the meaning
To quiet the sorrow filled calls
Of Those with outspoken minds 
Or mouths
Or just a working brain
To stop order 
To create distain 
For without war
There is no winning party 
No victor
No power to maintain
Without war the world cannot live
This life can not remain
Or so it would seem to be 
A world without war is a world people refuse to see