Warriors' Lament

Watch me walk into the fire
To burn alive without a scream
Or to return unscathed with it in my eyes
And not my skin.

A warrior I became in my deprivation.

Does that mean I should thank you?
Thank all of you who ever turned away?
You look at me as if it is a thing to be admired.

The price of such strength is paid for in
Hollows.

Solitude.

and Silence.

This is what you like me to be?
Dead inside for your piece of mind?
I am the sacrificial lamb.

You have your pretty pictures that distract you,
I have my heart and my gun.

I have mastered the art of courage without
The absence of fear. Self respect or...
Love.

I fight in the war because its all I know.

To know I at least I fought for something
Even if it was nothing, because fighting
Is all I have left.

And I don't care if I win or If I lose.

If I burn without a scream,
Or return unscathed with a useless victory
Duct taped to my hands.

So Dirty.