What words do I write?
I put them down, but are they right?
Do they paint the picture, give you sight?
Do these words empower, give you might?
Do they illuminate, give you some light?
Do they cling on, hold you tight?

What message do I send?
Do these words make sense, are the pretend?
Do these words give you hope, give strength to lend?
These words are in my mind, they are my only friend.

These words are my blood upon a sheet
They're where reality and imagination meet
They are my defenders, my enemies they defeat
Without these words my heart would retreat

But do they make sense, when they fall upon foreign eyes
Do you feel my pain, my love, do you realize
That these words are my soul not my lies

War is the savage sea roaring in my veins
Calling to the animal lurking inside
It's twisted, and breaks a person down bare to their instincts
It beats past flesh, rips past pride, soars past your thoughts, tears your mind from inside
It dances on your feelings, slits the throat of your heart and feast on your bones tell all that is left is action.
War creates a robot inhabiting flesh
Kills your mind, before you can look deep down inside
For all you'll find
Is death

The light fades behind the moon
My heart is once again tainted
It is as if the darkness assumes
My soul is to be repainted

It's claws thick and stained by blood
Like a werewolf it howls sadly at the sky
I thought then it understood, but
I plea, I beg, dear god tell me why

I become this monster in my flesh
When the sun descends and retires
I become overwhelmed by death
And give myself over to haunted desires

I am asleep inside my own mind
These acts are not my own
I wake horrified to find
That inside I'm not alone

Why does my heart hurt this much?
I'm young, but I feel so old
I am alive, but inside I'm cold

These tears fall so easily
It's burning my head
I am alive, but I wish I was dead

I can't medicate this ache
Uncured it throbs inside
I am alive, but I want to hide

Why does it hurt so much, to be alive?