Battle Cry

I fall,
collapsing,
so harshly,
and heartlessly,
that I fall,
in a lipid movement,
of heated battle,
so quickly,
unwittingly,
so blandly,
that I can no longer see,
the light,
that was always present,
in my last action,
I have destroyed that light.
In myself,
I have sought comfort,
one too many times,
and now in the harshness,
I have found myself lacking,
losing to one of greater standing,
forgetting who I am,
in that blade,
that slices far to deep,
for the battle cries,
spur it on,
I find comfort,
in the final drawing of breath,
even as the light shudders and disintegrates,
and I realise that forever I will burn,
I find peace,
and love,
in that final moment.
I wish for a better world,
for those I have left behind,
I wish by ending,
this misery I have found myself in,
I will leave only the happiness of the past,
I know some care,
I do not delude myself,
by thinking I am unloved,
however I am know,
that this love I have obtained,
will be easily forgotten,
once I let go,
they will grasp,
to have me slip though their fingers,
as no one,
no amount strength,
can pull back someone,
who waged war against themselves,
and allowed themselves to lose.