Many Days

These many days
between the nightmares
where body pieces reveal death,
I have dreams of you like a Queen
because I would want you to rule
over this hell-hole with your cute
blond hair I remember washing
in the shower together, and
I was so excited that I had
to sit down in the stall, to think about
washing all of you with soap and love

Oh Queen
I hear an explosion, and
I must wake to the battle, but
save my innocence at home.