A drunk?
You could say that.
I guess, I mean what else
Could describe me?
I have been living with guilt.
I have sank with it
I've killed,
Watched them die,
And left with nothing but a sigh.
People have assumed
That we are all doomed,
May it be to the games
Or to hunger or thirst.
But we have a plan to rebel,
And this time we come in first.
We will take the capitol down
With just a bow and a spear.
It will start with a spark
Then a fire will appear.
Saving us from the dark
But keeping us out of the light.
Out of sight.
Underground.
We won't make a sound,
It will be peace before the death
Even if it takes my last breath.