Broken and battered
An unrecognizable shell
Torn and tattered
In his own version of hell
The needle slips in
His mind slips out
He does not know his sin
The man is full of doubt
Bloody feet, hands, face
Burning meat, a forgotten shoe
Forced to choose a victim, a place
He sees the devil in you
Left alone with his thoughts
Watching as he kills another on the screen
He hears the piercing shots
What appears to be a person with the mind of a failing machine
He must confess, he must repent
He babbles, drugged, learning the reason
Of all the voices, this one is heaven-sent
A flash and it's gone, the father deeming he's guilty of treason
His friends watch as his life is taken
Shock and sorrow, grief and despair
But now he's breathing, flailing, could they have been mistaken?
He desperately gives clues into the air
The feed is shut off
The team prepares for action
He is shoved forward with one last cough
There's no chance he'll survive, not even a slight fraction
Digging, digging, digging for his own grave
Weakness, shaking, disapproval
The team calls for him, the voices like a shock wave
He waits for the opportunity in the dark night, the awful dull
He fires the gun, a clean shot
The child within looks at his face
Watching him die, that dreadful bloody spot
His friends surround him, but give him space
They go ahead, he lingers
Leaning down, ashamed, knowing the threats
Reaching in the dead man's pocket with his dirty fingers
A clasping hand, a bottle of secrets
Broken and battered
An unrecognizable shell
Torn and tattered
In his own version of hell
There, he is alone
The mirror is not his friend
Angry, jumpy, out of his zone
He just wants the pain to end
He's had enough of the drug
A meeting renamed a movie
The team knows, but it's swept under the rug
A slight smile braces his lips, he's no longer moody
A survivor, a fighter
Living to tell the tale
He feels happier, lighter
For the man thought he would win, but to no avail
