The Stranger of You

Waiting on the line cos there’s nothing else left to do. Waiting for the time when we share the ground with you. Words, meanings, thoughts are blind but our bayonets are sharp and are magazines are full. Waiting on the line - let’s see what we can do. Childhood memories flood the mind where life was warm and blue. Laughter, friendships and joy were the days that we did find and strangely I think of the stranger of you. Waiting on the line, huh… for certain childhoods through. When you’re in that sight of mine the bullets will follow through. I look into your eyes and see that there was nothing wrong with you. Quiet and cold where once we’re smiles and now this is what’s left of you. Standing over the line trying to understand why mankind is the kind of fools. Tears fill my eyes; I knew I had to die or I had to kill you.