WASTE
What I did that night was real.
No, it was not a dream.
Memories come back.
Make me want to scream.
Images of what I've done.
They will always be there.
Forever will they torment me.
And bring me to despair.
My wife, my child.
At the wrong place, at the wrong time.
I can never forgive myself for committing this crime.
A warrior is what I have always been.
Regretted it all.
When my mistake cursed my skin.
Charred with the ashes.
Of those to me so dear.
For so long on the wrong path.
The dark one I have steered.
Now I sit here.
Neither dead nor alive.
To come this far, for nothing.
Too much effort has been strived.