b3

Broken bone and scar tissue
litters the floor
signs of battle
Grand as life itself
or greater so

WE move, we search
The hunt in full swing
I have the scent
follow me!

The purpose unknown
a million tortured souls
forever following
and lo the battleground
here stands

Signs of my loss
fragments of skull
shattered as dust
The wind takes up
like that
Nothing

The battle fought
losing for so long
search the ruins of myself
And you can tell me

Who was the victor?
Them or me?
Who are they?
let me know

I fought this war
but naught I saw
save darkness and me
my own being shed
the light I longed to see

so I take comfort in the
fact that I am me
But not like you are you
as that is elation
and the rest untrue