A/N: Short poem I wrote from Roy's point of view right after he kills Winry's parent's in the anime.
Thank you for reading and please review.
Disclaimer: FMA and the characters belong to Arakawa-sensei.
Why am I killing?
I bare no grudge against these people.
Why am I here?
I want to be home.
Why am I killing, no, slaughtering these innocents?
I sicken myself.
Why am I committing any of these atrocities?—burning villages, destroying fields, killing, always killing—
Because I am a soldier.
Because I was ordered to do this.
Because I have been disciplined to follow orders.
I can't take much more of this; my mind is a wreck.
Tomorrow they'll order me to kill again.
I want it to end.
I feel the pressure under my chin.
The cold end feels good in the heat.
Now all that's left is a motion,
One tiny motion with one small finger.
My finger won't move.
I've done it so many times before,
Why not now?
I'm shaking,
But it still won't move
And my resolution is wavering.
I can't kill. Not anymore.
I can't even kill
a worthless, shivering coward.