My mind was once pure, like all of yours.
But that was back before the wars.
It started out clear, like a crystal lake.
Dark thoughts were waves that never would break.
My dreams rained down from skies of lead.
As terrible scenes filled my head.
A film of oil, a rainbow stain,
Spreads across my lucid brain.
I breathe in smoke and cough up glass.
Watching time as it slowly craw...
