Flash backs Night terrors Anxiety Flash Flood The scars have long since healed I lie in waste still The monster Ive become to serve Country Their eyes still cut with piercing intensity To take my own life is to wash Hands clean A true hero scarred for life The bodies piled under my name Under orders but a butcher just the same No wounds on my body Shattered wars long ago Dead are so silent They welcome me home Freedom from the living Greatest gift Ive ever received As the tensions mounting And the trigger so close I often question why I held on so fucking long
flash, long, mounting, intensity, piled