Cold

I have never seen hell

But it’s certainly close enough

There is fire, there’s pain

There is horror and there’s loss

All hope is striped out from your heart

As the air slowly fades away

I can’t trust my eyes

Because my sight is dim

I can’t trust my ears

Because all I hear are cries of anguish

I can’t neither trust my hands and feet

Because the ground may be falling apart

I can only trust my instincts and training

Because this is what I do

I live hell so others can live the earth again

Just don’t take me as patriot

As don’t do it for the glory nor the honor

I do it because I’m cold

And being cold is the only way to beat the flames

… Until I don’t

I solely ask you then to please quote me:

“Finally…”