A/N
I own nothing,
but a rhyme or two.
I don't earn money,
I write for myself
and, dear reader,
You.
Still able to hide the pain
That stings deep
In his heart
No one heard his warning
So now his world is falling apart.
Fighting for memory,
Love to the grave.
Accepting to do anything,
Becoming a slave.
Always in danger,
Always prepared,
But also he knows
Soon his life will end.
Chosen the wrong friends,
Chosen the wrong leader,
Now in his heart
Lives a fever.
Has to protect
The person he hates
Alone and neglect
His consciousness fades.
He did his best
In the end
Tried to redeem
For the past he had.
He followed the orders,
Though he'll still die like a murderer,
This is as far as it goes,
It can't go any further.
Now with trembling hand
He offers the key.
The only solution,
A memory.
With final words,
He looks in the eye
Of his long lost love
That had died.