Indulgence twisted

Each step I take, brings me closer to my fate,

As the world outside crumbles and shakes.

The sound of the horn reminds me I am late,

While deep inside my heart breaks...

One last look breaks my eyes to flood,

Freely flowing it streams on down,

Bringing memories of carnage and blood

And ones inability of conscience to drown.

Rip open my eyes to see the truth of lies,

That weakens my staunch engrained resolve!

To fly to war and hear it's sickening death cries,

Indeed it's animalistic pleasure does only devolve!

Forgive me my baggage I carry upon haunched shoulders,

It is deeds a plenty, willingly enacted upon a bloody stage.

It weighs upon the mind like loose boulders,

Weathered by time ready to roar down the cliff in rage!

What butcher I have become upon the fields of death,

Playing executioner without forethought of consequence?

Watching friend and foe alike gasp their last breath,

Whilst pretending ignorance at my own cognisance.

What manner of beast, does hold final sway upon my mind?

Am I a gullible fool, that feasts upon false solutions?

Mayhap it is a primal need that makes me kill my kind?

Or is it that I am weak of constitution?

One thing is true, I seek not answers

Just the pleasures of playing hades harbinger of death.