This morning i had no care in the world to get up,
I fell from a sleeping euphoria into a ten foot trench,
Rifle in my hand, A Rifle I did not know how to shoot.
No army, No opponent.
Just an empty land,
That carried sand in the wind.

A war on myself.
The enemy was me.
Before the rifle pointed towards my heart.
I was dropped into the air.
Shattered pieces of a once me falling through the air.
Empathy ,Youth, Living Splashed through the night.
I ended in a place of cotton.
Filled with manufactured fluff.
Bed at %:40 in the morning.
I had no desire.
I just layed there.
Enjoying the recycling of my heat.
I wanted to stay forever.
Cover my head,
Dark,Warm.

I'm still there even though the fluff was thrown off.
My feeling is tucked withen the sheets.