• I don't need this useless aid,
    You help? Hah, you're paid...
    None of you understand, don't try,
    Inside my head, all you "Know" Will Die...
    You couldn't handle all this pain,
    Come in, let the tear Drops Rain...
    You don't know what it's like to Cry blood, Bleed Tears...
    You can't handle all the feelings, lack of fears.
    All this Pain Soon Shall End,
    To your will I shall not bend.
    None should ever Have to know...
    How it is, chest ripped, no heart to show...
    It's inside my pencil, my page,
    I recall now the scent of burning Sage...
    How I sat, so calm, undisturbed,
    Then, no choice, feelings Curbed...
    Now my soul, so much pain, so corrupt,
    Writes my feelings, before they erupt.
    Now I sit, alone, full of dread...
    I wish only to sleep among the Dead...
    I sit, Await Death's Loving Embrace,
    "Come,"Speaks the Reaper,"No more trials do you face..."

    Written for all the Soldiers, Lived and now full of memories... And most of all the Familys of those who didn't make it...