I search the barracks
Traces still here
Looking through pictures
Thoughts scream at me
...
I am the reaper of the forsaken
Their lives feed my ambition
Death is here in my hands,
Not dangerous until needed
...
Barracks
I search the barracks
Traces still here
Looking through pictures
Thoughts scream at me
“Did I kill their dad? ”
“Will they be ok without him? ”
“Will they even know? ”
Why now do I have these thoughts?
Earlier and they might have lived
They might be going back to their families,
I might be able to live my life
Yeah, we won
Yeah, I survived
Yeah, I wish I had not