Their Vietnam

Halo of blood

My angle

And his downfall 

Earth kissed cheek

Claimed by a victory 

What was in it for him

He’s spoiling like milk

He’s rotting like a strawberry 

These seeds are growing into flowers

Sprouts in my heart

The vines in casing my lungs 

Are like the one’s hiding his body 

The truth be the most

We couldn’t bare the sight of another ghost

I see him in my dreams

But he has changed 

He’s afraid 

I’m afraid

I close my eyes and see monsters

I open them and find claws clutching a gun

The frontlines

Aren’t the streets of New York

Of course the only difference 

Is everything but

The rabbit hole of dead men