Battle Scars

The silence echoes

through the lonely night

With not a soul

left, to listen to the

haunting chaos.

Some wounds never heal,

Or so they say

Yet said no one ever

that they rot and

surround you with the

infestation.

The cries of oblivion,

Nightmares of wars long since

forgotten by spectators,

Yet a living death for its survivors.

Hardened by the battle scars

Grieving within, yet not a soul

to lend a ear

The echoes continue.

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