For Me


The memories of the fallen,
Is where I reside,
And the tops of the mountains,
Is where I will hide,
The cries and the sorrows,
Of which I will scream,
Where the things of our past,
Are the things of your dreams,
To destroy and to heal,
All the wounds that I’ve made,
Or to answer in full,
All the things that i’ve prayed
The goal of the job,
Is to understand and destroy,
But before you can do that,
You must learn not to enjoy,
The,
Thumping bumping,
In the night,
Till’ you are woken’ with morning light,
The flashbacks and screams,
Of memories and dreams,
Will find and destroy,
And split you at your seems,
All but your guilt will be forever destroyed,
Leaving a hollow empty shell,
Of the one they employed,
So when you dispare,
Pick up your head,
Because all you are,
Is a recreation of dread,
The blood on the blade,
Of the sword in my hand,
Killing and slaughtering,
At my every command,
Disgraced from my home,
Cast off without thought
For being who I am,
And for what I have taught,
The job I have taken,
The blade in the night,
Not for killing,
But for for heaven's delight,
Too help and not hurt,
And not hurt all i’ve helped,
And the wails and the moans,
As they scream up for hell,
The destruction of city’s,
In the set of the sun,
With each swing of my blade,
Until I am done,
But there is conflict,
Towards my cruel master,
I point my blade,
The life of crusade,
Is to join in the disaster,
Each day together we take in vain,
Like a story never told,
And with each and every step I take,
It reminds me of the cold,
I will never be free,
From the fight that lives in me,
It's not something you can see,
To count to one,
Is to count to three,
For me.

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I didn't write this about anyone or anything, It just came too me so I wrote it down.