Crimson ground Despair all around Battles resent past Proving life does not last Hearts once beat No longer do they repeat Screams fade Upon the ground a soldier’s blade Stained with blood Of men now covered in mud Nothing saves them from the pain They go insane Many will be buried without name Life is worthless in this game May those who survive Never look back for they must thrive For terrors of the past Will always last Haunting the mind Peace they will not find Till they are in death’s cold grasp In which they will rasp For in their final hour They will realize life is too sour Without struggle death will take This they cannot fake
Arthela · Sat May 26, 2007 @ 02:19am · 0 Comments |