Time was empty when
the soldier reached his calling.
Fear was buried when
torture took its toll.

Cold
touched his shoulder
and freed
the hollow soul.

Mission accomplished
he walks away
spilling no tears
feeling no pain.

Never would he let it go
so he set it free.
All the while his hope killed for
any chance to live.

Even in the distance
Death danced in his eyes.

Vision clouded
as his words loudly
called for the reaper
grieving for the Heavens

that never did exist.