Nick’s trembling hand.

We talked at each other

quite calmly as if nothing ever

happened to be out of place

on a table set all right.

Nick looked so sad, so sure

that those who had never been

to the Hell that framed his vision

 blurred by a lack of focus.

Would never know that feeling

of madness that drives us to

kill the beast that stands before

us in surrender of all we have.

For the journey is a one way

ticket with bullets included

that stay lodged in your mind for eternity

like memories of cigarettes he spilled

On the battlefield of his soul.

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