This is War
This is war.
When you're hands tremble, coated in your blood.
This is death.
When you see into the eyes of your next kill.
This is hate.
The feeling of acid burning on your stomach.
This is love.
What we're fighting for.
This are tears.
So many children wasted.
This is loss.
A hollow gap carved into our hearts.
This is pain.
The stabbing in my ribs, the flames on my fists.
Oh, this many screams.
All wasted on me, useless 'till the end.
This is hypocrisy.
My smiling face and twisted thoughts.
This I hate.
Feeling useless, been hopeless.
This I don't want.
Rejecting what I've done, forgetting why I fight.
This I war…
…this is me.