Even through war
Slitting throats
Taking lives

Death
So much death
Yet you are ever lonely

Through the parties
The deaths you caused
Dragging you down
Into their relentless grasp

Behind those cloudy
Violet eyes
Like a vortex of pain
You experience their deaths
Over and over again

You soft hands
So soft
Endlessly soft
Through the cuts
And callus
They are soft

Drenched in blood
You always feel
Away you run
Trying to hide

A small child you are
With the skin of an adult
You fight for a cause you care not about
Hoping endlessly for the fight to end