Returning Poem by C. Bake Baker

I'm not sure how it's different
maybe i never will
Taken back by mortal sorrow
Broken by my skill

Total loss of reality
Comes as such a shock
When your next breath becomes your last
Time leaps off the clock

Motions are repeated
Shadows stay on walls
Freedom to eliminate
Overwhelmed by shaken calls

Screaming echos through the night
I didn't do a thing
To stop the violent end of life
that I have chosen to bring

Trauma sneaks your soul away
pausing for mistakes
Saddness fills me to the brim
When ignorance is made

Glory has the highest being
Spilt open by the act
of taking yet another life
and refusing to give it back