Synesthesia

Synesthesia

I'm sending you a letter

Because I don't think there's much time

Time to clear the cobwebs

Time to bear the crime

It's only a number

It's only a death

Another soldier died in action

The telegram regrets

I'm lying on a stretcher

They're lying to my face

There's no-one left to help me

I'm just a waste of space

It's a matter of moments

I'll be dead before you've read

There's blood on the table

And my back is full of lead