Eepitaph of a stranger in hell / James Anderson

Eepitaph of a stranger in hell

In the lines on my face,
From where I have been,
Crows feet round my eyes,
The horrors they have seen.

The scars on my head,
The cracks in my skull,
The darkness inside,

On which not to mull.

The holes in my body,
My teeth smashed to hell,
A battered old torso,
With the force of a shell.

By hell ive been hammered all over,
Yet still I keep soldiering on,
Because life is to short for my liking,
And soon the bugger is gone.

My mind and body may be dying,
It’ll end before ive truly begun,
Its hard and nasty and awful,
But I can honestly say its been fun.

There have been times when all has gone tit’s up,
What’s left I intend to live well,
Then I’ll doing it all again,
Overtaking hell…………