The Minds At War

I wasn't supposed to be here, Stuck on a field painted with crimson. I didn't choose this life, What have we-what have I done? Standing before the rising sun, But I feel nothing but the cold, As a gun is pointed to this head, I am not the one to die, this story is foretold. He is the one to fall, not I! "The trick is to kill the poor bastard before he kills you." He did not expect the silver finger to point back at him, "Give them that final respect." Before they see a white hue. I was not the one to die, no, I am still alive! But why must I feel so dead now? This body is still here! No, that spirit I once had remains on the battlefield, That spirit is in the past, which is far from near. I walk with the heavy burden upon my back, I truly was the one to fall. Without a word, the memories I hold remain, Blocking me from moving on like a wall. I may still be here, I am still alive today, no? But that once perfect and innocent mind is laying on the field, Waiting for it's time to come, waiting for life anew, The mind is alone, it's fate is sealed. I still walk this Earth, I am dead, but still alive, But why do I still remain? I still see the face of the one who deserved to live, If it is like this, is my life just in vain? My body is long gone, but that mind still remains, Residual and replaying that scenes as a projector. It waits to tell you the story of he who never returned home, And about the Minds at War.