The tip of my sword is stained with blood
My blade, dull from battle
My body is bruised
My legs are tired
I can’t tell the difference between fear and courage
I’m numb
I’m not a warrior
I’m not man
I’m an animal
I thirst for war
I no longer weep near death
It’s part of the routine
Just casualties
God, what I have become?
I wish to lay down my sword
I want to feel
I’m not a man
I hunt
I have prey
I’m an animal
My hands are no longer shaking. I’ve set fear aside to highten my senses.
I need to feel
I can’t feel
I’m no longer a man
I submit to what I’ve become and what I am
A warrior
Who fights to be a man