Broken Soldier.
Your blood-shot eyes scream weakly at me,
"H-Help... Please-
I'm a walking catastrophe,
a broken soldier lost amongst the ones who perished."
Yet your joyous grin speaks otherwise;
A tiresome act,
Many devious lies,
A seemingly content soul.
But now your cracks
are finally exposed,
thanks to the light
which lacks a certain empathy.
Yet now we can see
how you hid in the hollowness
that was your defective body ;
A faulty machine that is now obsolete
But who are you try
to fix a machine with the wrong parts,
When you can hear the stomach churning cries
of the beast below whom will never heal.
What we simply cannot see,
Is that there are others.
Others who are these broken beings,
Wounded from their own internal wars.
In a world where
Hatred of these people,
These people who deny any care
and where tormenting souls is a contagious disease,
And where the innocent ones
start the downwards trek,
towards a masquerade of bloodied guns,
Armed by everything they've ever known.
But only if these lone soldier's knew,
That others would stop caring,
That others would only break into two,
When their hearts finally stop beating.
"H-Help... Please-
I'm a walking catastrophe,
a broken soldier lost amongst the ones who perished."
Yet your joyous grin speaks otherwise;
A tiresome act,
Many devious lies,
A seemingly content soul.
But now your cracks
are finally exposed,
thanks to the light
which lacks a certain empathy.
Yet now we can see
how you hid in the hollowness
that was your defective body ;
A faulty machine that is now obsolete
But who are you try
to fix a machine with the wrong parts,
When you can hear the stomach churning cries
of the beast below whom will never heal.
What we simply cannot see,
Is that there are others.
Others who are these broken beings,
Wounded from their own internal wars.
In a world where
Hatred of these people,
These people who deny any care
and where tormenting souls is a contagious disease,
And where the innocent ones
start the downwards trek,
towards a masquerade of bloodied guns,
Armed by everything they've ever known.
But only if these lone soldier's knew,
That others would stop caring,
That others would only break into two,
When their hearts finally stop beating.
♠ ♠ ♠
I haven't been feeling that great recently.... A lot of stuff has happened and this just came spewing out. It isn't even that good but I feel so much better to have this out in the open.