The Bombs

Im fighting threw the all the battles,
while still tending to old wounds,
with only two bottles of wine,
to keep me going threw these constant rounds,

spattered in cuts and bruises,
swollen from the inside out,
newly discolored skin,
only fading when new spots come about,

im running into a mine field,
with heart on my sleeve,
exposed to all the dangers
the weak and the needy put me through

i keep running straight ahead,
looking for a familiar face,
while bombs explode
just catching the nic of my heels,

Suddenly my heart is pulled at,
by a pretty girl i once knew,
i ask her if she needs help,
she says "here this will do"

before I know it i'm being handed a bomb,
not big enough to kill,
but enough to burn a hole threw my heart,
she says,"I want to be erased from you"

Dazed and confused I leave,
I keep running,
while the bomb sears a hole threw my heart,
I keep running

Soon I'm running in a blur,
as the field slowy begins to fade away,
before I know it im falling,
and drifting asleep

drifting alseep,
with my closest companions,
the bombs