Blackened skin and pretty eyes
Keep staring into darkened skies
She wonders just what lies beyond
As she imagines horrors being spawned
Tattoo concealed, a worried look
The babbling that his poor mind brook
There’s so much more that he can take
The memories that he’ll never shake
The roughed up voice, his thoughts astray
He won’t give in, or turn away
His red rimmed eyes, the beard aflame
This life he leads won’t be the same