The man's worn, his face sorrowed and distressed,
There's something he feels that he must confess
This veteran of war; once beloved
Lies awake- no cape- at zero one hundred

There's a deathly undying desire
To rid of the burden fueling this fire
Lingering longer 'til he can't take it
"Not a killer, or hero... A human"

Yet he whispers to himself, he can't breath
It echoes- the word "soldier" spit from teeth
Reminiscing, watching ambitions, dreams,
Drained from a newly emptied corpse through screams

"I've taken lives, orders have taken me
Look at what I've done, but don't look at me"