RIGOR MORTIS

TRACK 1; THE SOLDIER

THE SOLDIER;

he is a soldier.
he fought wars before. not the type you would think
with the way he prays like a dying man vying for his last breath.
he is a soldier.
with abstract scars over his chest, uncountable — too much to even think of.
he is a soldier.
with eyes that are blazing guns of rage, clueless.
he thinks nobody sees it.
but the rage is too eerily similar to the one
burning through your shaking fingertips.
he is a soldier.
he fought wars for her before. the one where every second is his last
with the way he speaks of her name in devotion like holy virgin mary —
but she is nothing holy—
he is a soldier.
he is a soldier.
he has fought wars before. warfare planted over love—
like montagues and the capulets.
but he's already left by his Juliet.
he is a soldier.
are you wishing that he fights for you?