One More Night.

Voices in the air,
Running through life without a care,
That's what it used to be,
Back when living through hell was said metaphorically,
Screams of pain and violence fill my head,
Blood splatters the walls and covers the dead,
I can still see what everything was before it hit,
The world was beautiful to an extent and not complete shit,
I try to hide the pain behind my eyes,
But their taste for blood will surely be my demise,
I'm on my last bottle of water,
My mental state is starting to suffer,
I see images of the fallen in my mind,
I could have saved them at the time,
The Army killed everyone they could see,
But for some reason they spared me,
All I could see was blood and flesh,
Covering the ground like some sort of red mesh,
They were all shot down in front of my eyes,
I used to believe in the Government but now I see they are just lies,
When it comes down to saving people they just kill all,
They love the sound of the bullets piercing skin,
Along with the visual of watching many bite the dust and fall,
Everything is gone along with my will to fight,
I was thinking about just slitting my throat to end it all tonight,
I'm alone with no friends, lover, or family,
It's over all I have left is me,
But alas I have to fight,
Even if it's just for one more night.