Forget
I know well that you cannot
like society forgets
that you were forced to march,
in its defense.
Remembering the bad moment
barricaded in your room;
loneliness, smoke and darkness
awakenings from beyond the grave.
Apocalypse of inner sustenance
walking without finding relief from torment
despairing, morbid affliction
of the visitor
and his punishment.
I was chosen
to sing to you
by those who want to forget you
serious heavy
but not unconscious
I send it to you, ex combatant.
Serious serious
but not unconscious
I send it to you, ex combatant.
For you.
Apocalypse of inner sustenance
walking without finding relief from the torment
despairing, morbid affliction
of the visitor
and his punishment.
I was chosen
to sing to you
by those who want to forget you
br/>serious heavy
but not unconscious
I send it to you ex combatant.
Serious serious.
but not unconscious
I send it to you ex combatant.
For you.