The thieve (war related)

In with a bullet out with hearts,
been living dead for the fear of the angel.
the smell of death,
don't recognize fresh air.

cant see the light,
I've been impurified,my bloody hands,
my dirty ditch were i lay waiting to die.
bravery is a curse!

blood pleading screams is my alarm....
I wish it could wake those taken by sin!!!!