I am war. I am peace. I am everything you hold dear, and everything you want to suffer. You know who I am but not what I can do. I know everything, and nothing at all. But you, with your hopeless wishing and your blind trust intrigued me.
You danced in the rain, you made flower crowns, you played with fairies. Your smiles could light up a room. When they drafted you into this fools' war, I thought you would shine bright, like a beacon of hope. But they dimmed your light, they put out that spark in you.
You killed and you killed, and your life went out forever. You couldn't remember a time you weren't on the war front. So when I came to take you away, you asked,
"I never stood a chance, did I?"
I hated seeing that light go out in you. You can't remember the times you smiled, or laughed.
"That's the sad part," I answered.
"You did once."
The dimmed light in your eyes left as you let out a dry chuckle. This wasn't one of your happy go lucky chuckles that could light up a room, it was a dark and rough.
Because deep down you knew it was true, you started off so young and pure, now damaged and dim.
You knew that you weren't the only one that this happened.
The fools war broke you.
Maybe even me too.
