Arjuna

My mind is dark with the thoughts of doom Shadows of death and miseries loom I wish I could try and fight The stench of death and darkness of night Many thoughts bewilder my soul My heart bleeds through a jagged hole Why do I have to kill to live? Why don’t I have happiness to give? My heart screams for an explanation My soul cries for salvation Why is my hand smeared in blood? Why is everyone around me dead? I walk through the graveyard of people I killed Was this the death that god willed Why was I the harbinger of death? Why was it me who laid them to rest? I live a life that I rather not dare My nights are an endless nightmare Why can’t I be released from this living hell? Why don’t I have someone to tell? Will I ever escape? Will I ever be free? Will I ever be pardoned? Will my life ever be merry? All I ask my God is sanity All I need from me is humanity I have killed to live, I have lived to kill Done acts I am not proud of Will I ever have peace to gain? Or will I need death to live again Tell me lord; am I not your child? Weren’t they too, because of me who died? Was it my fault that I had a gun? Why didn’t I have a place to run? Questions in my mind abound My dreams come back at night to hound My only release I know is death I hope it comes soon and me it gets When death smiles at me with all its charms I will lie with glee in its waiting arms Then for sure my soul will be free And those of the people murdered by me.