I live in a house made up of smoke; it was built by shadows and cemented by ghosts. my whole life i have lived in this crypt and yet not once complained of the company of the deceased. i have found that one can get used to living amongst the dead and dining with ghouls.
My favorite soldier, Little soldier boy. He left with a smile And returned with no joy. There is no escaping The horrors of war. Not even sweet boys Who can only smile. He came back With half of him gone, Though I guess I should be glad He came back at all.
A boy of seventeen In a Mickey Mouse shirt, With his whole life ahead of him, He didn’t know he had it all. He was supposed to go to college, But joined the army instead, And as his friends worried about grades, He learned to handle grenades. He learned to shoot a gun, And trained […]