Combat Trained
Return from combat
with a combat mind
combat trained
but no combat to find
stressed without reason
and my grip is slipping
farther down the spiral
I seem to be tripping
aggressive nature
in a peaceful place
a thousand tears
behind a smiling face
sit in the dark
well the nightmares creep
watching the nightmares
but I’m not asleep
the soundtrack of death
seems to play in my head
as I drift off to sleep
to hear the screams of the dead....
BY: Kevin Bakker
with a combat mind
combat trained
but no combat to find
stressed without reason
and my grip is slipping
farther down the spiral
I seem to be tripping
aggressive nature
in a peaceful place
a thousand tears
behind a smiling face
sit in the dark
well the nightmares creep
watching the nightmares
but I’m not asleep
the soundtrack of death
seems to play in my head
as I drift off to sleep
to hear the screams of the dead....
BY: Kevin Bakker
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