Legends of the Fall

They fight in wars
Like gold fish not acclimated for sea water.
Eyes burn like sulfur through a honey comb
And all they can think about is the lakefront home they left behind 4 months ago.
"This is nothing how I imagined war would be..." he whispered,
As smoke from a blood tinged cigarette seeped through his lips...
And its ashes fell on his finger tips like brimstone from the pits of an abyss hell nightmares of.
He was derelict

(unfinished)