Sunday 28 December 2008

Mission Impossible

Dropped behind enemy lines
In search of time
Again and again and again
Its cold out here
And have seem to forgot
The mission
Strife through darkness rip my skin
On barb wire and testicles
Of jealous men
Foot prints lead back
But thats no where
To go
A spy in my own land
Smiling at strangers
Like they were friends
Smiling at friends
Like they were strangers
Estranged from the notion of real
Not sure how to feel
Cant remember now
What they asked me to do
Survive? Or conquer?
Whom? Why?
But like any loyal soldier I do
Time and time again
Until what used to be me
Becomes my enemy

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