I have made a lasting picture
Among the faces.
The night hath plagued
Lost it all lie that your
Fathers have fought for.
Am I the defiant one
Along a saving grace?
Neglected, left to the dogs.
Betrayed they’ve fed me to the fires.
Placed in fields where near
Sounds of terror fill our ears.
Vacant sounds
Consuming all around.
Faces lost in the night,
Swallowed amongst the decay
Lost in a time when we
Still felt alive.
The illusion has made us its slave.
Taken by the fear of desolation
I stay awake throughout sounds
Of despair upholding my attention.
Why has it all come to this?
This life has not finished.
Help me,
A simple man without needs!
I have not lost my will to breathe.
This cannot betray the good in me.
I’m not paying for your beliefs.
Pain is enough!