Indian Drafters

War Pain carried by one soul, while carrying a fallen brother from a bullet hole as the bullet digs deep, he screams I remind him of his unfaithful ambitious dreams. My foot dipped in river bend, just like the weather his heart got cold with glossy eyes he begs for his life to end   hearing his words, I stood cold. His eyes near the river glittered gold like none ever, I grabbed my gun and he was done with his prayers I pulled the trigger darkness got bigger The guilt in the hear of the dead got bigger. - Syndrome

Alzheimer's Patient I stand in familiar places, yet I stand not to know I see familiar faces I feel like I recognize yet  I don't know.  It started when she died, now I fail to remember her looks how could I even forget my bride all I can remember is through her books. My brain full of life went degraded, my memories have now faded all questions are done to provoke but yet answers can never be evoke. All memories have flown away, only my bride's memories have stayed the same way the life in me is creeping away after all Alzheimer's has it's way. -Syndrome