So restless
These walls drain my thoughts
I can't find my way off
The trail of the tormented
These walls drain my thoughts
I can't find my way off
The trail of the tormented
Drenched in fear
Condemned to live in this black hole
Now there is no escape
The only way is foreward
Not used to murder's mind 
Hear my distant cry
Break the cycle that I'm in
I'm not a killer
Still, I pace death's trail
Crawling through knives
Hoping for a future
Not the end of time
Hear my distant cry
Break the cycle that I'm in
I'm not a killer
Still, I pace death's trail
Crawling through knives
Hoping for a future
Not the end of time
My clothes stained in red
Is this the road to salvation?
We march like men
We die like flies
Is this the road to salvation?
We march like men
We die like flies
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2 comments:
Hi Petr,
really nice poem! it really sad and shows how helpless people were back then. Even the people that didn't want to fight and only joined the military because they were forced to ended up dying... Really effective and descriptive.. Good Job!!
Dana
I really enjoyed this piece its very descriptive and vivid. Petr you really catch the feeling of what war and life in the trenches was really like, but still what really caught my attention was the ending were you say "we march like men, we die like flies" and I think that ending really shows the what goes trough your mind when your in the trenches.
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