The warm sunlight beats across my face,
every beam is a new thought, a new fate.
The wind whispers in my ears of a time long ago,
where happiness was all around us.
The cool breeze passes over me,
suddenly chilling me to the bone.
I shudder and think of what happened before,
all of the pain, destruction...
the death.
This new feeling I have,
is one I am not quite familiar with.
A sense of peace,
tranquility.
The distant cries, explosions,
are a faded memory.
There was too much blood,
too much suffering.
I cannot remember the specific details,
but I know of the war.
I know of who was killed,
what they looked like,
how it was done.
They used to cry out to me while I slept,
The vivid memories haunted my mind.
But now in this new time,
they are all a blur.
I cannot distictly remember what happened.
They slowly crept out of my mind.
They are the only proof of my past,
The only ones who can tell me who I really am.
I want them to remind me,
Remind me of what a horrible person I was.
How I brutally murdered them,
Although that does happen in a war.
It was somehow not right,
That I killed them when they surrendered.
That I fought those weaker than I,
That I killed those that I loved.
I am not worth this breeze,
The cool air pierces my heart.
No longer frozen by hate,
Or the urge to kill.
It has grown to care,
But what can a warrior as myself,
Offer to someone who is so innocent?
I take my last breath of fresh air,
Hell is calling me.