Victim

Sunken deep in the eyes that lay numb,
endless volumes of neither logic nor reason;
tombstones of living cadavers,
marked with friendship and treason.

truth built on lies,
the story written in blood and tears;
realisation, a pleasure never born,
ignorance and pain driving all fears.

the adrenaline so high,
the darkness of day illuminated by night;
as the shadows lay numb,
more of my soul brought into the fight.

never has history been re.written,
yet today every word lies to the eyes that see;
for taught is friendship in battle,
now drowns my heart though i am free.

in the abiss of honour and deciet,
lay lifeless another victim of love, in pain;
never yielding to the shard sunken deep,
dwindling between deaths,all in vain.

for a bullet scars flesh,
let flow the blood that grows red in anguish;
yet the lives i have lost yield no blood,
the souls reborn and perish.

neither love nor friendship the eyes hold,
victims to them they have long since been;
never closed for they see no more,
never open for they cherish what has been seen!