Holding My Breath, And Wishing For Death. - Poem by Ville Vanity
In the end, and all is said and done
at the end of the fight, can we even say who won?
My mind is shattered and scattered across your battlefield,
my sanity is strewn through the fingers of your dead soldiers.
I've lost my heart to chaos and killing, and it's all too real.
You push your propoganda into my head, your apathy and your brutality.
I don't care for anyone or anything, for I don't feel at all,
I am your war slave, waiting to hear your call.
You own me, my heart, my mind, my soul.
I've forgotten my past, and have no future.
Darling, I feel so empty, guilty, and too cold.
I can't tell you how much I resent your behavior, for you have tied my tongue.
You are not the boy I fell in love with, this is not the boy I know.
I miss your laugh, and I miss your touch, I loved you so much.
I miss your heart, and I miss your smile, but most of all I miss my own.
All I can do is stand and scream, until my own ears bleed.
screaming, screaming, screaming.
Let me go.
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