Battle Cry

ultima pugna

I'm bruised and battered
my bones cracked and shattered
blood flows out of me like a river
sends my body into a cold shiver.

The war's still blasting in my ear
leaving me with nothing but fear
sometimes I hide the gun away
when the sky starts turning grey.

People say I keep running
from the battle and carnage crying
not wanting to see the fallen
not wanting to be the forgotten.

The undead still haunts my dreams
with their wounds and awful screams
their faces engraved on my brain
and it's making me insane.

I keep shouting out my battle cry
but god knows it's useless and futile
Maybe I should've been one of the lifeless
so I no longer have to beg for forgiveness.

by Iera Stilinski