What do you do?
What do you do?
When only one can live
And it has to be you

All you can give
If only you knew
What it would take
What you would have to do

Who do you trust
What do they mean
Would you **** if you must?
Can your hands stay clean?
What of humanity?
This is insanity

The countdown begins
The beginning or the end?

Memories are faded
But there was blood and gore
Violence unaided
Who are you anymore?
Lives were traded
Battles evaded
Camps raided
Doors barricaded
Blood cascaded
Light was shaded

Became the animals we were
Machines of death
Never did it occur
As we stole a breath

You and I stand apart
Waiting for the violence to start
All it takes is a little time
A little push, a little crime
And teeth are barred
Claws where hands used to be
You didn't make it far
Not from me

I am the best
You all could see
Last of the rest
Last to breathe
But I never was the same
I still see so much red
I know it was just a game
Still I feel the dread
Killed countless names
But it is I that is truly dead

Thoughts of you fade
Like a photo kept in sunlight.
I can still remember your laugh,
Your voice,
Our kiss,
But the potency is distilled,
Diluted,
Watered down.

One day soon,
I will be able to think of you in abstract,
Just another someone.
A slightly awkward association,
Jarring slightly
In an otherwise pleasant afternoon.

I must admit,
I don't want this to happen.
You, for me, should ever be
Vibrant, dazzling, primary
But you are greying,
Fading, leaving me,
And I must let this be.