Plastic people, Plastic faces,
Watch them set their plastic places.
Watch them laugh & cry & sing,
All without their face changing.
Watch them live & love & die,
Watch them watch you while you cry.
Watch them live their plastic lie.
The Price of WarI remember when the first soldier fell ill. We could hear the coughs and groans all the way across no-mans-land and each day they grew more and more deafening. We sat in the muddy trench on our side, rain soaked, pitiable, cold and hungry, listening to the sounds of death resonating all around us. Deep down we knew it was only a matter of time before it came for us.The Price of War by ~Kaida-22
The second week after the outbreak is when the madness set in.
There had been no real action in the trenches for weeks, no fire exchanged or people killed by gunfire. With this seemingly unending rainstorm, all we could do was sit, shivering ankle deep in mud, hoping for the skies to clear. Amidst the thunder and lightning a scream would pierce the heavy air projecting the dying mans fear into all of us. Each day carried new screams on the wind, making sure we were awake to the terrors, the new victims falling prey to the insanity.
We were three weeks in when the nightmare I sleep with every night played out for the first t