The Man In Uniform

A dream I had a couple years back.

He stood in the corner as I slept.
As the lucid dream crept.
He had a gun at his side,
Held his head with pride.

A woman in white, holding a blue blanket.
She walked forward slowly, her head hung low.
Looking up quick, barely time to blink.
Stood the woman of bloody eyes.
Sockets of black, taking me back, to the war that raged on.

The cot was warm with blood, of those who had been before me.
I closed my eyes, and said silent prayers as I waited for the black veil.
Nothing came.
I swallowed hard, and sat up straight.
Looking to my side, I saw a glimpse of fate, as the man laid bleeding.
Dieing.

Another nurse, came to his side, closed his eyes and walked away.
Her arm was missing, her lips meant for kissing, as she watched her love fall away.
"This war is too much, soon we will be crushed."
She spoke softly, but loud enough to hear.

My eyes averted and I was in the dome, a nurse with a baby, bloody eyes shone.
A solider walked in, a gun in his hand.
He stared me down, and I looked away, for the look in his eye was to much to pay.
I woke up, and fell back down, afraid of the dark shadows.

I heard childrens' laughs, but they soon turned to screams.
I heard voices of those who died, and who survived.
I woke up seeing a shadow of a man in the corner, to real to be a dream.
Closing my eyes, i turned to the bed, underneath were the bodies of beloved children.

It was so painful to look at, but when i looked up, I was in uniform.
A gun in my hand.
My head help in pride.
The Man In the Uniform, he shot once, and then shot again.

Two bullet wounds to my head, but the hands was curled around my throat.
Squeezed.
Suffocated.

It was done, the war was over.
As the Man In the Uniform walked back out the bloodshed field.