The Soldier

10 o'clock,
The last man dead.
The grass as a bed,
One final gunshot in his head.

11 o'clock,
The end of violence.
An eerie silence,
Mixed with a bloody essence.

12 o'clock,
The battlefield's empty,
As for tears, there's plenty.
Waiting, counting in twenty.

1 o'clock,
My mind a daze,
Like running through a maze,
In this summer haze.

...

2 o'clock,
My heart is pounding.
My ears are ringing,
But I can't move from where I'm laying.

3 o'clock,
The world spinning before my eyes,
"Not too long before he dies",
But I will give them a big surprise.

4 o'clock,
Tick tock... Tick tock...
Tick tock... Tick tock...
...The world fading into black.