I DECA - Interlude At dawn they loosen the chains skin tears steel remains The jailer spits on the floor rattles his keys in the door shines a light prison eye lines of bars no Earth and sky makes small talk scratches his ass belches and passes gas touches your girl’s picture on the shelf same hand touches himself chuckles and locks himself outside where he is a prisoner and monsters hide You curse yourself the single tear and damn the life that put you here No smokes and filth...

His eyes are closed and a tear runs down his cheek It gathers in the filth on his face makes soft mud there His rifle leans against his left shoulder butt to the ground its bayonet gleaming hard and steel through the liquid red of new blood running running down to stain the gray cloak of his uniform His eyes open and he looks down and down upon the body of his just-slain enemy Blue material absorbs and hides the blood much better he thinks laughs hysterically He r...