Blind



Dark and cold is my world
Cold as stone, alone in mind
Stone shone bright in what was once light
Bright no more, stolen my sight

The thrill of touch long since deprived
Of the feeling I know, skinned alive
Feeling what is there, gone with my nerves
Is there anything left of my reserve?

Deafened by sound of blood and gunfire
Sound of Hell and the pain of its fire
Hell is to no compare
To the mocking of my great despair

Smoke and ash have burned my nostrils
Smell I no more, the world and its troubles
No more will I ever stop to smell roses
Will I ever take for grant it what one disposes?

Alas, you see, what has become of me
A mine blew my jaw off and disfigured me
Always remember before you judge me
All pain and torment, you will eventually see
For the less you have, the more it is clear
You must appreciate all you hold dear.