I want to fight,
to lead my nation on the battlefield,
To be a light.
I want to be strong,
To go on,
To never be wrong,
To win against enemy spawn.
As I fight on the field,
Slashing, ripping,
with the bloodstained sword I wield,
see the blood dripping,
down onto the blood soaked,
grassy field.
I watch the bodies fall,
See the dead eyes,
And I fear them all.
In my dreams there is no surprise,
Zombies some back to haunt me,
and I try to run from it all, the dead eyes,
I try not to take the fall.
But I know I already have.
I know that I'm to far gone.
I am flawed,
I am a demon,
I stare at my reflection half in awe,
and I can't believe what I see.
I no longer fight for my country,
I no longer care for it,
I am to far gone.
I'm unfit,
I've become the devils spawn.
I'm my own worst enemy,
The very thing I seek to destroy.
My soul holds no joy,
No love of the light.
I'm the darkness' toy,
I've lost my might,
and my will to fight.
I am a machine.
A puppet.
A doll.
A shadow of what i had once been.
I have no reason to fight,
I've lost what I one had,
I may still have physical strength and might,
but no will to fight.
