In this world I really can't exist

Empty Trash

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The night is gone and they are tired.
But the taste of victory is strong.
Marching past those dreadful fires.
Longing for a peaceful home.
Where candles burn instead of men.
Burning for their fallen friends.
And children play with wooden swords.
Pretending to be one of them.

Streets are filled with hopeful wives.
Who all proudly raise their heads.
Are their loved ones still alive?
Or will they sleep in empty beds.
On pillows soaked with silent tears.
Full of dark but lucid dreams.
Now the time is almost there.
To see what's become of all their fears.

When I open up my eyes.
These Images reflect the darkened skies.
I try to hide insanity.
Still trapped inside this tragedy.
It's difficult to accept this new reality.
Start believing my own lies.

I want to believe...
So listen to your heart!
Is there something left... a sense of life?
There is still hope...
But where can it be found?
You must search your entire soul!
I shall try so hard...
There is still some good inside

In this world I really can't exist.
In the end there's nobody I've truly missed.
The shadow of my past, it conquers me.
I've chosen the easy path of war.