The Fear

Lost and bleeding I lay,
in the arms of death,
his hands are of the ice that coats the ground.
Chilling me to the flesh.

My bones are no more,
the support of my body,
turned to dust,
at the hands of,
fear,
doubt,
hesitation.

Blades clash,
cries ring throughout the air,
blood is shed.

Comrades fall,
we shed no tears.
Born to fight.
We live to fight,
and fight to live.

The war is what keeps us breathing,
eternal hatred is all that runs in our veins.
Bullets fly,
piercing flesh,
killing friend and and foe alike.

Searing pain enters me,
the fear spreads.
I have doubt in my abilities to kill.
I hesitate, my blade stilling.
Another pierces my throat.

I lay motionless in the arms of death,
the emotions now in full,
showing me the foolishness.