Eyes blanked over
Slowly dying
A lone man remembers
No cease to his crying
Old cheeks wrinkled
Softly spoken
Remembers the deeds
Upon, his spirit was broken
Remembers the burning
Screaming and pain
Drunk with glory
They'll remember my name
These thoughts unbearable
Drive the man to floor
Ridden with guilt
Hands covered with gore
A knife to his throat
Hands shaking and wet
No reason to live
Hell is his threat
He remembers the sights
The pungent smell of death
Dismembered and discarded
Men struggling for breath
Hands shaking, sweat on his brow
Begs air for forgiveness
Vows he is sorry
God as his witness
Sorry for acts
He was forced to do
But as he reflects
Those acts now seem crude
As his mind races
Memories resurface
Give new meaning to life
Hope and purpose
He thinks of his mates
Family and friends
He has everything to live for
Why put life to an end
Puts the knife on the counter
Finds his feet
Looks over to a table
Pictures he greets
Pictures of daughters,
Nephews and sons
There what i live for
They i should not shun
And now he thinks
Of those he has killed
And yes he is guilty
But now to rebuild
Full of sorrow
But also great hope
He moves to the door
No more to mope