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A Sinner's Soul

Summary:

They call me a hero
and yet I've killed
and I stole,
I pillaged a land;
ruined a dream.

Notes:

(See the end of the work for notes.)

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These broken souls

walk this land.

These broken dreams

haunt our mind.

The past is dead,

but the memories live

on...

 

The heart it breaks

and the wounds they mend,

but the scars stay put

'til the bitter end.

 

Please tell me the world

isn't as black and white as it seems,

tell me you won't let heroics

plague my guilt laden dreams.

Just let me cry,

as I lean against you.

And if my strength fails,

let me borrow from you,

please...

 

Just wrap your arms

around my sinner's soul,

just take away

those rose tinted glasses

and see me whole.

 

The pleasure and pain,

victories and losses lying on the ground,

scattered around

between broken bones.

They're left behind,

for a blind eye to see.

 

The casualties

they line the streets,

the grassy fields,

covered in broken shields.

 

They're the future dirt,

in the muck they sink,

in the bugs they drown,

out of sight and out of mind.

 

Please tell me the world

isn't as black and white as it seems.

Tell me you won't let heroics

plague my guilt laden dreams.

Just let me cry,

as I lean against you.

And if my strength fails,

let me borrow from you

please...

 

Just wrap your arms

around my sinner's soul,

just take away 

those rose tinted glasses

and see me whole.

 

Do you hear the screams,

the shaking hearts,

as we all fall to our knees

our sanity in parts?

 

Do you see the shame,

or just the colourful badges

and ribbons and titles and swords?

 

Do you know our names,

and the names of the people we killed?

Do you see only the saved,

did you catch a glimpse of the blood we spilled?

The ones we could have saved,

The ones that haunt our peace

and make us squirm in our sleep.

 

Will you put your hand

around my neck and squeeze?

Or will you stay by my side,

and tell me a sinner is what you need.

 

Please tell me the world

isn't as black and white and black as it seems,

tell me you won't let heroics

plague my guilt laden dreams.

Just let me cry,

as I lean against you.

And if my strength fails,

let me borrow from you,

please...

 

Just wrap your arms,

around my sinners soul.

Just take away

those rose tinted glasses

and see me whole.

 

Please tell me the world

isn't as black and white and black as it seems,

tell me you won't let heroics

plague my guilt laden dreams.

Just let me cry,

as I lean against you.

And if my strength fails,

let me borrow from you,

please...

 

Just wrap your arms,

around my sinners soul.

Just take away

those rose tinted glasses

and see me whole.

Notes:

It's not really just about war and soldiers and it was originally meant to be for a character, but it came out pretty general and vague.

Not sure if it strikes anyone as a real poem. This was written beforehand, about a month ago, in fact, but I wanted to post it now that I've edited it, to fill in some of the time that it takes me to update my stories. I hope you've found this interesting. By the way, yes, that repeated bit was supposed to be a chorus, but I am more than aware that I am not a song writer or even a half-decent poet, so sorry about that.

Also, please tell me if you have a better title for this...