Daydream

Trumpets blazing, suddenly I awake,
I'm facing the ground, a burning ache.
I reach for my stomach, a gaping cut,
The mud on my body covered with blood.

Roaring sounds in the distance, so far away,
The pictures in my head turning dark grey.
I try to scream but inside me words strife,
Im trapped in this eternal prison, the prison of life.

Men in uniforms and guns run by,
Leaving me alone so I can silently die.
The smell of dispair almost entangles my soul,
As I begin to see the path of a pitch black hole.

Faint memories being shot inside my head,
My body covered in a fearsome dread.
Hope left me even before this all did start,
The light fading now from my heart.

And while I exhale my last lost sigh,
I suddenly hear a ruler very nigh.
"What year did this war start!" I hear my teacher yell,
God...my live is just a living hell.