We smile with pain in our hearts. We walk with blisters on our feet. We think scarred with the memories of our past. We slowly waste away each day as we live in this world so wounded.

My body shivers when my heart turns cold and freezes when my spirit turns faithless.

I shall bite off your teeth that adhere to your gums and ingest the poison that will then exude from your mouth.

We should not love one another because at the end of the day, everyone is out for themselves and being happy only makes you more gullible.

You don't hear as much about the very many who come back who are seriously wounded and permanently scarred. Our attitude should be: 'Anything you need, you've got it, buddy.

The ominous feeling of seeing me behind you will render you useless. You'll hear me in the wind. Quietly following you hidden in the trees. You will forget your name by your anxious thoughts. I will be out for your blood.