"Ballad Of A Vet: Chapter 2"

In addition, I'm far from a mathematician, me fighting in a war just didn't add up anymore. Me and my mind were totally divided with a broken core. I guess when I signed up, I should've stopped and deeply thought what I was asking for. On my last mission, I had no clue how fate would multiply or what it had in store. I wish I knew, so I could minus the price I paid on that tour and carry that over to a life changing detour!

Then like that I stepped on a mine, an explosion erupted, blood and gore, I'm not broken no more but tore. Into mass pieces, like art all over a wall and floor; a scene so ruthless, it compared to blood painted decor. At that moment, I thought my soul was going to pass on like a folklore.

Now I'm maimed and discharged, back home in a southern lined state, in a downed and drunken mind state. I can't stand on my own two legs, like a real man and urinate. My leg was taken by force, you know, confiscate. I hope you being the reader can see my story for what it is, you know, relate. Expressing myself to you is how I'm trying to rehabilitate. So continue on as I do the same, sit back as I  continue to paint this picture for you and verbally illustrate.