I ran, eyes shut, into the mist.
I did not mind the shots, they hissed
past me, as I ran to the haze.
The suffering that comes with love,
Left me defeated, broken, and dazed.

Those thoughts of battle stay with me,
leaving me blind, as I can only see
the fallen heroes, I can only smell
the scent of death, I can never quite forget
That sweet taste on your breath.

The only thing I have to fear
is that which makes my mind unclear,
the worry that I’ve not moved on,
the feeling that I’m doomed to stay here.