Empty

Warriors soul worthless frame,
That is the shame,
The darkness overshadows the light,
As the soul drifts farther every night,
The glory and honor never to see,
All is lost that once wanted to be,
Do another shot take another drag,
Throw the dream into the bag,
Peace from the blade,
All the while happiness is portrayed,
Hide within an empty shell,
Living a personal hell,
Break down in tears,
Because there are no fears,
Walk through a worthless life,
Dreaming of glory brought by the knife,
Chamber the round,
Then fall to the ground,
What good will it do,
To say the final adieu.

If one truly has lost hope, one would not be on hand to say so. – Eric Bentley

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