What lies behind these eyes

Many visions that some of you want to see
Nightmares of death and bloody streets
Alot from them, also some from me
This was not a game, their were no cheats

Seeing daylight thru them before the bodies drop
Continuing this cycle day after day
Never knowing when will I ever stop
Dropping them like lambs; a thousand yards away

I have had more than my share of death
More than most will ever write about
I can say all of this without loosing my breath
My war continues even though I am out

Having my brothers blood painted on me
Carrying him many yards at a time
These are some of the images that you want to see
I see it everynight always at bedtime

I sleep with music to block deafening cries
The help me please, end it now, don't let me be caught
I see all of this when I close my eyes
Always a calm before the storm when you hear the shot

Twelve years of doing what you want to feel
I always to wonder who the animals were
A knife, a spotter, and a weapon of steel
Most of this seeming erotic, you will concur

I do not regret everything that I have done
Many reasons why I was a bringer of death
I picked my life; instead of a pencil; I picked a gun
Ladi'doddy kill every damn body was my shibboleth

Everyone seems to fear death so much
Life it only seems to bring death itself
I have seen it and even had a touch
Wanting to bath in blood and seeing brains
You can write and speak of it to everyone else
My dream a carpeted with these stains

In remembence of my falling bothers
3/75th Ranger Regt U.S. ARMY