With the sight of death as far as the eye can see.
The smell of blood permeates around me.
Forgotten in a sea of lost souls and broken dreams.
Lay the friends I once knew, there faces twisted, mangled, and scared.
The horrors of war etched into their being by a war that knows no end.
As I sit here in a pool of my own despair.
Trying to recall the events that brought me here.
All I can think about is the people I will never see again.
And the things I never had a chance to say.
I didn't have a chance to say goodbye, before their light was snuffed out and they were no more.
People say that we must protect what we love with our lives.
But if we have to swim through a sea of blood is it really worth it.
To see through the eye's of war is to see the truth.
That if blood has been shed than we have already lost