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Night Wars

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I dropped my sword and collapsed onto the floor
I have gotten so weary and cannot wield it anymore
The skies burn red with the shadows of past
Soon my armor will break and I will no longer last

I grow tired of battles in the night
All the bad dreams that I have to fight
To remember what I have been through, what I have done
This is no war, it's a slaughter and they've won

My helmet has cracked, my chest piece is falling
All I hear are sounds of insanity calling
My screams of sorrow, anger, and despair
Hidden within my mask has now filled the air

There is no ending this war, there's no chance
For I, who has shed tears with blood on my hands
Cannot save the versions of myself I have killed
So I wished for all of my time to be stilled

I dragged my sword across my frozen earth
As a baby would drag her blanket after birth
The difference between the pure and the tainted
Makes me want to hate which some who I am acquainted

I closed my eyes and wished upon a simple rose
I wish the enemy to whom I am opposed
To cease their attacks and halt their footsteps
Maybe then I could have a bit of rest
Hi guys,

I wanted to write about how some people cannot bear with what their life was, is, and/or will be. Their nightmares and their screams. How it must feel like.

Hope you enijoy
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NightOwlDreamer's avatar
Once again the imagery in the piece is wonderful! :clap: