i am a victor, but i have not won.
every single night when i close my eyes,
i am haunted by those who now sleep in graves around me.
someone's daughter, someone's son,
now etched in my brain, forever scarred.
their blood still stains my broken skin
that's concealed in the lavish clothing i now wear.
we were just children, so innocent and blind
to the world around us, but now we are burdened
with being alive knowing what we took from another
innocent soul. i keep telling myself that i had to do it,
but was it worth it, all the bloodshed and guilt?
is being a victor really worth the nightmares?
it has to be... i think, it has to be.
