Regret
War is not simple, it never is, the first taste of blood,
a real taste of it, to sink your sword in its throat,
feeling the red mist of blood on your body,
it felt so warm turning so cold, cold like my heart,
my mind was no longer my own, everyone changed,
everything changed, I was never the same,
the screams, the fear, the hatred, haunting me,
I couldn't sleep and when I did, the faces I had to face,
the faces with blank eyes, a soul no longer,
my soul left with them, fore their death remembered,
over and over again I see their souls leaving their body,
The soul of my own no longer yet my body lives,
I still comprehend what I wish not,
I wish to end it all, if only it leave,
my heart beating faster and faster and hesitating,
hesitating as I hold the knife to my throat,
trembling looking at my eyes in the mirror,
eyes of a coward, eyes of hatred, fear,
blank eyes that I made i see in mine, how beautiful...
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