"Humvee"

[shadowknows69]

They tell us we're strong, but I'm afraid.
So are my friends. This feels so wrong.

Day after day we ride the roads of rubble that we've made.
Looking for ghosts in houses and boxes hidden in shade.

Every corner might be our last, drive fast, but can't beat the blast.
The sound deafens, being thrown now, mind remembering my past.

Which way am I heading?
Is this my body shredding?

Pain, sticky syrup and pieces of my friends.
Metal, fire and I become one, then darkness. The futile ride finally ends.
S