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Cold Soldier's Stolen Senses
by S.J. TylerHear my wails in your dreams
Through your ears where they passed once
And were ignored
You pretended never to hear them then
Never acknowledged them
Tried to shut them out and keep them from slicing through your dripping red heart
But they got in
And now they ricochet against the walls of your cold skull at night
Your dripping red heart hardened with the sounds of our cries
Like a callous
There were so many that it crusted over with dried blood
Of those thousands
Whose deaths you could be blamed for
And eventually the sounds hit it
And flung off
In the opposite direction
Never affecting you
And crushing those looking for sympathy in your spider-veined eyes
Being petrified came in handy
When bolting the doors
And walking away from our dying screams
That dwindled to a strong few
And then to a sickening silence
So sharp it would stab a real person
But you dont remember any of that
Because it was a cold machine that did it
And you were just taking orders
The screams never hit your ears
But now I will make sure they haunt your dreams
Because they haunt our childrens
05/08/2003 Posted on 08/20/2003
Copyright © 2025 S.J. Tyler
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