His eyes are vacant, there's nothing there,
The white room around him is only bare,
The monitor beeps in the background,
That and his breathing is the only sound,
A women opens the door,
The sight of her brings back so much more,

Pain rips him from his chair,
Gun shots rip through the air,
Blood is everywhere, you can't escape,
It surrounds you till you suffocate,

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Look through his eyes,
Hear all his cries,
Pain comes back through words or faces,
And the memories take him back to other places,

A sorrowful silence descends on the room,
People unaware of the terrible doom,
The lonely sound of a trumpet calls out,
Tears from the sky wash away the grime on the grout,

The bodies of the dead lay silent in their tombs,
Unaware of the pain that always looms,
The room goes white as the memory leaves,
And all that’s left is the woman who greaves,

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All alone again the awareness is gone,
Not knowing anymore the things gone wrong,
His pain is his alone,
In silence, not hearing a tone.