Remembrance

I used to know things about you that I probably should not. 

But, incidentally, I forgot them.

Incredible. How do you do the things you do?

You love without passion. You kill without conscience. 

I loathe you, you son of a bitch.

I wanted you to tell me something. Something I had once known.

My name.

Who am I?

I apparently am an agent of the dark.

I kill for a living.

Who are they? What have they done?

You say it never mattered.

But it always mattered to me. That much I know.

I was born into this life.

Stolen away from a life of harmony by the rumbling engines

Of war.

Who am I?

What's my name?

I am not your soldier. 

This is not my game.

I was born into this life.

And I am dead now.