The Diary
Ludwig stared at the empty bottle before him. He reached for another, but there were none left. Letting out a sigh, he tossed the bottle into the trash, his mind just like it. Empty. But this time, it was empty because he wanted it to be. He didn't want to think about what was happening around him. About what his boss made his country out to be. He didn't want to think of the monster his boss had become. But what was there he could do about it? It was his boss.
I fuckin' swear that I care
but its hard when you stare
into the bottom of a bottle
that is empty and bare
all my desolate soul
in my desolate home
it's my desolate role
yeah I'm here all alone
Trapping his head between two pillows, Ludwig growled low in his throat as the noise continued around him. Though he was alone in his bedroom, Feleciano did not sneak in that night, he could hear the noise. The screams. The terror. The war waged around him, by him, but no by him. It wasn't him who wanted the war, it was his boss. For what? For pride? For honor? For more land?
Finally getting agitated enough, Ludwig stood from the bed, huffing quietly, and dressed himself into his military uniform.
god-damn I'm a fuck-up
But I guess that's just me
so I sit in my room
and I'll cry in my bed
thinkin about all the shit
that made me wrong in my head
I keep trying to climb
but it seems so steep
pour myself a fuckin' whisky
and go back to sleep... bitch
Ludwig was fed up with it. He wanted it over and he knew just how to do it. No one would expect it. He knew where the man was hiding. The coward, who hid himself when his own men were dying. Going into the entrance of the underground bunker, he was met by a few guards, who upon spotting him, saluted. The knew who he was, and with out question, they let him inside.
I watch my momma cry
she says 'baby why?'
I say 'baby died,
baby's gone like a suicide'
I don't think you'll see him soon, mom
stay out my room, mom
tell daddy that I hate
that mother fucker like you, mom
He entered the small room he spotted the man he was looking for. Adalf Hitler. His boss, or soon to be ex boss. The man turned and gave a sadistic smirk. Clueless. Ludwig had tried reasoning with the man many times before, but he was evil. He had to be. A dictator, so many lives on his hands. And putting these deaths on the hands of his country. On Ludwig.
Ludwig couldn't take it any more. He was sick of the shit and he just wanted the man gone. Drawing his weapon before Hitler could speak, he shot him twice in the head. Watching satisfied when the man collapsed on the ground.
I sing this shit for you, Danny, Sasha and Jordan
these beers keep getting warmer
every time that I hold 'em
I pour this out for you
like a partner in crime
it's part of the times
when you're sick in the mind
yeah I'm sick, oh so sick
I'm so sick of this shit
Yeah I'm lit, oh so lit
I'm so fucked up off it
so I stumble around
til I stumble fall down
to this puddle of my tears
laying here on the ground
He'd managed to convince the guards it had be an suicide, and they didn't go much into investigation. They took it as a reasonable occurrence. Ludwig was in himself, satisfied. But he knew it wasn't over yet. He still needed to convince his friends to end their battle. To end their wars. It was time for the war to end, and for his country, and for all the country's around him, to begin cleaning the mess they'd made and to begin again.
Cause I don't wanna be like this
I've been running these streets
for too long now
I've got nothing that's true
but this song now
but the further I go
I wanna go home