They're Fighting Again

All the soldiers in my heart.

Comfort vs. punishment, just skirmishes now, but ... she'll wake soon.

I need rest I need nourishment I need love I need to write this down before I sleep. I want all of it and none of it, and darkness keeps the score though the outcome is bought.

There's a cross here in this cemetery I visit and on it should be the name of the lover I grieve but instead it is faith herself buried.

I brought you a flower and something I wrote so when you wake up you'll remember me.

You should have waited for me.

I didn't know it but when I left the next morning I would never see her again.

Soldier on, soldier on, keep your heart close to the ground.