For centuries,
I have lived,
So many tears cried,
Over those who have died.
I never age,
So many i have loved,
But never like i love you,
Now you'll live like me to.
Let the moon come over the sun,
Let the world see our faces,
Live in the terror of the undead,
Sustain the hunger of the unfed.
I am a monster,
I take others lives,
For that sin i must die,
Forever in the earth my ashes must lie.
I look at the sky,
As i lay in the grass,
It's so beautiful,
Watching the clouds pass.
I close my eyes,
And in my head,
I see an image,
Of the beautiful woman i am soon to wed.
I think of all the smiles,
And times i wish would last,
Memories of growing into a man,
Moments long since past.
Back to reality,
And the guhshots are firing,
Our men are dying.
The enemy doesn't seem to be tiring.
I lift my weary body,
Blood splattered around were i fell,
I load my weapon,
How long i'd laid there i cannot tell.
And all of a sudden,
Bullets tear me apart,
I whisper your name,
With the last beat of my heart.
I hope this doesnt offend anyone i wrote this poem after hearing of recent deaths in Afganistan. R.I.P to all those who are dying my heart and thoughts are with those dead and the injured. God bless you all.
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