Sweet whispers, unlock me Set free my dark misery Sweep paths full of mystery For truth is a devil.*
It's not a rush you feel, it's fear A darkness prevailing, soon to be near This kind of madness, will claim you for years And all I can say is, "Take cover, my dear"
It's not unknown, you've heard the calling A seductive moaning befalling Begging for directions, pleading That you take place leading
A soft greeting so fleeting That you've been intrigued But I sense that this meeting Will leave you fatigued
And the kind of horrors you shall view Shall leave you believing Red has only one hue That of life leaving
And those villains knew They've become you
Once again, a warriors poem. Start: regrets of a warrior. Stories told to him of war. The glories of killing with guns, asked of him. Curiosity before the ****. The overwhelming sensation of ******. The horror of no return when you see life leave a killer's eyes and enter your own.