Dirtyknees...

"Why is this dripping?" is never a good question.

I know the Battlefield.

Loud shots and crying. Orders yelling.

People drawing blood.

"Medic!" ""medic." medic

Not in my head, not in my body
opening my mouth

-- a smile.

They are beginning, they are ending.

I know the battlefield.

I know, I flow, my soul, it floats

on blood.

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