It happened on that cold and frightful night,
There was no enemies in sight.
As the bullet pierced my soft warm flesh,
The world grew cold and seemed to refresh.
I had thoughts of a time long past,
I knew these thoughts would not last.
I felt the blood dripping from the hole,
I wondered what would happen to my soul.
Would there be life after death,
I cried to myself as I took my one last breath.
Everything they say about the light when you die,
Everything was growing dark so all of it was a lie.
My one and only fear had spawned like a clone,
I would die on this battlefield cold, scared, and alone
