I Look
I look around me
At the bloody battlefield we've created
And wonder…why?
Why must we kill the innocent to get the guilty?
Why do we murder the good to kill the evil?
I look inside myself
At what is supposed to be me
And I see things that should not be
I see a little girl huddled in a corner of my mind, screaming for me to stop
I see a dark figure, standing tall, calmly telling me to go on and kill, as he tries to shut the little girl up for good
I look at my friends
Into their fear filled eyes
And wonder if it's happening to them too
If the good in them is fighting the evil and losing
If they no longer feel the innocents only a child can feel