I don’t know who I am any more
Unknown creature
A skinny lad soldier
I survived on death’s arena
I fought death's command
Made to wear his mark
Wrote with his pen
Serving death
His
poignant bloody meals
With pain in my heart
I slaughtered with his pen
Dripping souls bloodily
A pool under my feet
Imprisoning my humanity
And my love growing cold
I abused the fragile
Killed the strong
I had no choice
Than eat the meal of death
And survive each day
The evil I groomed
Hunted my existence
Ruling my day
Each day a cost to pay
