Tired

Barely a man And yet I've already seen it all I've seen the blood, I've seen the tears I've seen countless men succumb to their fears I'm tired of these damn wars That disguise themselves as my everyday life Their pain becomes my heroin And their despaired cries are my needle She shone like the sun Addicted like a drug And crashed all the same When my supply ran out I grit my teeth and sweat pours from me Raining like tidal waves Drowning myself In my salty oceans Barely a man And yet I've already seen it all Zero motivation to run forward Yet I step forward once again Inch by painful inch I crawl forward Dragging myself along On miles of broken glass and used needles Looking forward, I see my path For several hundred miles in any direction Tripwires, mines, liars, killers and thieves I grit my teeth and sweat Praying that this body will fall apart That my eyes no longer need to see That my lungs no longer need to work For Death's sweet black embrace My solace lies in eternal warm solitude Comfortable warmth in the summer inferno Another four months of fighting? I've got no choice but to grit my teeth and scream at this dying world, "Bring it on."