Struggle Of A Lonely Soldier

Darkness spills out from my veins, as the light seems to leave my eyes. 
Every wound that has been made, slowly shapes out a flat line. 

There's so much that I can take, until I can no longer fight.
What am I supposed to say, when no one can make the time. 

I carry on a lonely soldier, through a battlefield of doubt. Got to find all of the answers, without seeking any given help.

White flags cloud my mind of pain, as I feel like giving up. But at the end of every day I know what needs to be done.

Although truth cannot be seen, under the lens of those naked eyes. I have the ability burried in me, to reveal all that isn't right.