Hold and let it slip away,
one silver smoking bullet at a time,
like your fallen to the left.
I’m half a world away and three days flight
from sanity.
Status, hiatus, I have no control.
Halted prematurely, my blackened addiction
Blood, sweat, tears; and sand the cause.
Give me a chance to
take
it
all
back.
Not sign away this fragile soul into keeping
of the death dealers, my brothers.
Let me take the other road.
Kiss away this bad dream and forgo
this path that’s dragging me under.
Pull on the uniform like borrowed boots,
and hit the streets once again.
CLAMOR 