• The War
    by:TheFallenGuard

    It calls my name.
    Like a lover's sweet voice.
    It touches me deep.
    Deep as an knife's first cut.

    It goes around and around in my mind.
    Just like those of the blade of a helicopter.
    The smell The Smell!
    Sweet perfume of fire and steel.

    My eyes are open .
    Yet truly are shut.
    My brain cannot grasp.
    What my heart can master.

    No idea of mind.
    No reason for my choice.
    The war calls me in my sleep.
    As if i knew it all along.

    I wish to answer why.
    Yet none can help me understand.
    I am a soldier.
    I am who I am.

    The war.
    The thoughts.
    The pain.
    The feeling.

    Hold me tight sweet hope.
    For I am a weary soul.
    One day i shall become.
    Till that day i sit and dream.

    Oh sweet Valhalla
    Hold me tight
    Warm as a mothers breast
    Cold as a cannons steel

    War is my fate.
    Battle is my wine.
    Conflict is my poison.
    Life and death is my addiction.