Thoughts of the Fallen

Farewell to a Soldier?

*title may change*

If anyone has anything to say about this one (whether it be because it seems rushed or whatever), please just don't.

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You promised you'd come back 

But it was all a lie 

You said that you'd be fine 

So why'd you go and die

You left me here alone 

I don't want to cry 

You promised you'd come home 

And where the hell was I?!

Parties with the girls 

Drinking with the guys 

I never gave a thought to you 

or wondered if you'd die

It's all my fault, I promised you 

I should never have lied 

The fault is mine, now you have died 

So why am I alive?

Gladly would I take your place 

beneath this evil world 

lying silent in the grave 

rotting in the earth

It is I who should be lying there 

Within the coffins lid 

But you always have protected me 

Since we were little kids

I wish that I could hear your voice 

Or hold you one last time 

But I will never get that chance 

and the fault is always mine

However, do not comfort me 

I do not need to hear the lies 

Even if they do not say so 

They wish that I had died

The soft notes that we played together 

will never grace my ears 

the art that we create together 

will fade over the years

But worry not, for I remember 

I, who should have died 

You will not be forgotten 

You, to whom I lied

Tell me, do you regret that life 

Of bullets, death, and cries 

and fighting for "your country" 

every day and night

Do you miss the sound of IED's 

or the screams of fright 

In favor of the darkness 

that instead put out your light

Do you hate me for the lies I told 

"I'm fine" and "I'm alright" 

Or the short goodbyes I bade you 

In favor of a fight

Are you cursing me in "Heaven" now 

Or dragging me to hell? 

Maybe there is nothing there 

Might it be a spell?

But I know not what wicked craft 

can bring you back again 

I know only how to vent 

With shamful knives and pens

Remember, I am truly proud 

of the man that you became 

But I cannot love myself 

There is far to much hate

But rest in piece my lovely friend 

my confident and my foe 

may darkness ever bless you 

for now I have to go

I dwell not upon your memory 

though I will not forget 

But it's best I don't acknowlege thee 

For I will lose my head

This will be the last time  

I bide thee my goobye 

Farewell, my loving brother 

No longer must you fight