War

What are we doing? Why are we here?
Eyes are filling with unshed tears.
People dying, screams all around.
Sticky red blood, staining the ground.
When will the madness come to an end?
When will my heart begin to mend?
Torn apart by the sights of monstrosity.
My brothers, they died to save them from more atrocity.

Why are we here? What’s going on?
Dirty, torn, bloody is the green I have donned.
The sound of shots ring in the air.
War and Death walking hand in hand. What a pair.
They tear apart families, cripple bodies and minds.
Why didn’t we realize we were behind enemy lines?
Corpses and empty shells litter the grass.
We shouldn’t be here. We should leave fast.

I don't want to make it out. Murder is all I know.
Murder is all that lurks in the reaches of my soul.
Insanity lingers, tearing my mind.
Walking through the underwolrd, deaf, dumb, blind.
I know that in Hell is the only place I belong.
Walking through the black and torturous throng.

Stumbling through the maze of Death,
The air so dark and rank, I can’t take a breath.
I can’t remember why they sent me.
I wanted to help my country be all it could be.
I know that all I have done is cause more strife.
Then, a figure emerges from the dark to take my life.

He points the gun at me. I barely hear the shots.
I fall to the ground, joining with my lot.
Joining my brothers, they meet me at Death’s door,
And I become yet another Casualty of War.