troumatic stress

Blood drips shaking us to the core In the field a wounded figure once more Illusions dance before our eyes A mirage of truth in a world of lies A blue haze of fiction draws near My mind consumed by tears and fear Her presence brings my dreams alive But the blood still flows live forces dive put on the best act i got and im free again In the ayes of the other looking man Traumatic stress weighs heavy on my bones A lingering burden taking it roll Blood soaked sheets upon my bed With your sharp stiletto stuck in my chest