Emptiness grows inside of me,
and is slowly taking hold of my heart.
I cannot stop it.
I cannot fight it any more,
I have grown too tired of the fight.
It doesn't matter any more.
My life no longer matters,
and I have come to think it never did.
What does the life of a soldier matter any way?
We are sent to fight,
we are sent to kill.
If any of us would die would we be remembered?
Or will we became nameless faces under nameless graves?
The emptiness grows and takes my soul.
It makes me wander do I even have a soul?
I no longer feel sadness when I kill.
No tears roll down my face.
My heart has drowned in my emptiness and has stopped beating.
A sudden pain comes from my chest.
And I have lost this battle.
Blood runes from my empty chest.
Slowly the light fades from my eyes, and all I see is emptiness,
Nothing matters now all that will be is the rest death brings.
Will I be remembered or will I become a nameless face under a nameless grave?
Time will tell I fear, for those who wish to know I was called Xander.
- In the memory of Xander, rest well my dearest friend-
