Apocalypse: Death At Work

There is no escape,
you always come back
and cut me through.
It always seems
like an everlasting rain,
I dream of the sunny skies,
but am drenched in pain.

You’ve taken
what’s left in me,
my heart is cold
and the mind in disbelief.
All the world around me
has fallen apart,
you bring the apocalypse,
and dig my scars.

The flowers on the windows
have wilted,
an eternal eclipse of you
has brought sickness.
You laugh at the misery,
you have no empathy,
you feed on the weak,
and you know no mercy.

Will your thirst ever end?
Will you ever bend?

I stopped praying
when you became a known enemy,
I feel nothing
when you stand in front of me.

Why am I the one
to see all of this carnage?
Why do you take away my words
and leave me in this mess?
The destruction you bring
is too much to take,
I put up a face,
but the sanity underneath me fades.

I know,
I can’t stop you,
you’re stronger
than anything in this world,
though you obey
what he says,
but don’t run down
and devise such a massacre.

Give me a reason
for this miserable life?
Give me a reason
why I can’t die?
Give me a reason
why I can’t be free?
Give me an end
that I want to see.

Show me the peace
I’ve been trying to find all my life,
because every time we cross paths,
you gift a grave where my loved ones lie.

Synopsis: A poem on war and death. It talks about the destruction and massacre that “Death” brings, and also showcases the misery of a soldier when known people around him/her die.