sign your life away
with red ink.
you cant turn back,
withought the word dishonorable hanging above your head.
so your stuck.
you'll allways have the brand.
Its carved into your soul,
burned into your innocence,
charred to black dust.
all thats left of you
is your physical presence.
You used to kill because of your orders,
but you kill now to feel....
feel anything,
because you lost that along time ago.
They sucked out your life slowly and painfully,
with their conformity.
i warned you,
i begged you,
i hated you,
and still you joined the army. |