soldiers march
like little kids crushing aluminum cans
with their feet
being stern
like a father forced fed defeat
so should the youth
so should the destroyed
borrow and fester
and pander like a leper
no matter the time
the want
or the recovery
it'll all mean nothing
when the past ignites the truth
and dissolving us all of proof
that there is no care for me
that there is no one to deny
just a pale pock marked child
that has grown ill with himself
so i have emptied me of me
all the more to love,
for now i am no one.
