My world, my life
the world of the demon
the world of the monster
the world of the soldier
but it isn't a world when the bullet approaches
it is the water that flows to kill
the creatures that burn the village
it is my world
my life
If I see the soldier which I attempt to be, I start to cry
because I can only see the monster in him
The only bridge I can't cross is mine
to leap in the deep dark silenced minefield
images I can imagine
alone in the dark dead battlefield
all alone
alone in me.
it's my world
my life
8/9/2003