(rebel Poem) A Empty Shell Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

An obsession I can taste it now.
I'm losing my conscience.
Surviving this desert storm.
Look in to my I eyes.
I'm ready to die.
If only for what I believe.
A massacre of the heart.
Dissect and inspect it.
And what do you find but the blood of man.
All I am is flesh and bone without it.
I would shrivel up into nothing.
A empty shell going straight to hell.
A mindless soldier willing to kill on a given order.
I'm insubordinate.
I'm sorry sir, but I'm leaving this is not my war.
Call me a deserter.
But I can think for myself.
I'm not one of the Christmas elves.
Just doing what your told.
It's getting kind old.
It's my pursuit to my own happiness.