Internal Conflict

Their screams, their cries

Fill the air

Pounding in my ears

Hollowness imbues

As the last glimmer of life

Fades from the their eyes

From their mutilated corpses

Blood flows like a river

Coating the ground

With a crimson glaze

The sickly sweet smell of death

Harasses my nose

Words echo inside my head

For Freedom

For Honor