In the aftermath, survival was almost infeasible
His mind swollen with insane memories of it all
Certain lurid things lodged in the back of his mind
These memories replaying like a broken record
A never-ending merry-go-round of acute lunacy
These memories forever silhouettes in the psyche
Sad shadows peeping around corners of the mind
Certain activators raising the background volume
Bringing these recollections to conscious levels
Ironically activators like patriotic fireworks displays
Particularly distressing to the sanity of his psyche.