No Means to Rectify, Johnny Got His Gun inpsired...

[SuperAnalytical]

I'm reading a book by Dalton Trumbo titled Johnny Got His Gun. The book is an anti-war protest book centered around the main character, Joe Bonham, and his current state: fading in and out of consciousness while having no arms, legs, lower jaw, ears, or eyes to express himself.

No sense of feeling
-I'm caving in
No sense of my
-Condition

It has to be a dream
just one big disastrous tragedy (in my head)
But all these thoughts they are so real
with feelings that lag from the tainted nerves (those that I have left)

When a body's just gray matter
in a head, without limbs to carry it

When a man's just gray matter
with a trunk that has no defense at all

If I simply lay here and die
-everything would be alright
But there's nothing to hold the knife
Tie the noose
Pull the trigger
(Give me answers)

Someone out there hear my screams or lack thereof
(This is all a dream)
Someone out there speak my words, I can't quite tell if I'm all here
I need a visual on my situation
But I don't have the means to paint the canvas
(This is all a dream, this is all a dream)
This can't be fucking happening to me

[SG Thrasher]

Tommyedit: for fucks sake baz find some other pictures if you're going to be tim.