My face has been taken away by a mask.
I am a man with a metal face...

Every time in battle I ask my self these...
Why do I kill...

Emptiness grows inside of me,
and is slowly taking hold of my heart...

Eyes.
The window to the soul...

Fading, I am slowly fading.
Nothing will remain of me...

Does a soldier have anything to fear?
What should a soldier fear...

I stand in the rain of blood.
I feel is slowly running down my face...

I walk the streets of this cold dark world alone.
I await you...

I cannot cry
these tears you are merely ceremonial...

I sit alone in this empty room.
Waiting, waiting for this live to end...

I wish to kill you.
I wish to drive my dagger...

(( This is a poem i wrote based on a sere called...
First hate and anger grew in my heart...