One...

Memories rush my imprisoned brain, a boy, forgotten people, against the grain. Recollections of a Father's wisdom, Democracy, an ideal, to sacrifice from. Firstborn, offered to the machine of war, shaven, programmed, country to die for. Armed, dangerous, without a hope, inserted, isolated, no way to cope. Fields of bone, entombed with blood, buried presents, with explosive flood. Gift received, unimaginable pain, sweet blackness took me, alone again. Darkness peaceful, painless, my friend, sewn up, bandaged, tube-fed till the end. No arms, no legs, vocal chords detatch, face destroyed by my unlucky catch. Lying here, prison of eternal night, praying for death, release from the fight. No-one can hear my thoughts, scream inside, no life exists here, no source of pride. Cotten covered incarceration, disinfected lot, psychosis draws near, is this real or not? Cannot exist like this, no way to be, For the love of God, please Kill Me! **Inspired by the Metallica song - One, think it's taken from an old film about a guy who steps on a landmine during WW1**