An Ever Expanding Abyss
I smell the coppery scent of fresh blood,
and the stench of death, excrement, and piss.
A soldier lies dead, his face in the mud;
I never thought that war would be like this.
My mind is numb; I cannot shed a tear,
nor change reality—why even try?
There is nothing left within me but fear,
the more I live, the more I want to die.
I fear the killing will never be done,
for Hope has all but abandoned me.
And I fight a war that cannot be won,
pain and suffering are all that I see.
War is an ever-expanding abyss,
where mere survival often feels like bliss.
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