I Do
The orders came;
'Men! We're going once more into the breach!
Hold your nuts if you can find them! We're storming the beach!'
So its come, W day, a battle years in the making
Every campaign a lesson of fears and PTSD shaking
I suit up, haunted eyes tell of horrors in my reflection
Of a thousand battles fought, and scars too deep for introspection
This is the final push, the end game, the death of revelry
With a final sigh I start the trek to meet my enemy
Her weapons are many, it's hard to pick the best of the bunch
Sleeping gas; her friends talking about pesto at lunch
Landmines lie in the dirt disguised as throwaway comments
Assassin blade tongue masked by smiles as bright as a comet
She first caught me in a pitfall; the depth of her eyes
Cyanide whispers carried on the breath on her lies
Her laser sight scopes me for looking at any other dame
And the intel's supplied from the supercomputer of her brain
Steel wires set off guilt trips, bullets are tears that flow
Her stockpile? Things I did she tallied up from years ago!
My soldiers of reason sit quiet, strapped in tuxedo bomb proof vests
As we drive to the combat zone, every one's a proven vet
They slap my shoulders with condolences
'We're praying for you man!'
'Remember us when you fight..."
Now it's time to make a stand
The target's a stone fortress, it's spire an accusing finger
I take a pull from my flask, send a prayer this booze'll linger
The doors open with a boom, time to end this sick war
As the music starts up like the chimes of discord
I walk the long carpet; there's no retreat where I'm headed
And the commander finally says the words I've secretly dreaded
'Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today...'