Aftermath of sorrow

Long live the fighters!
In this desperate time of need,
all fall short,
of what this means to me.
When my mind starts to wander,
my thoughts leave me,
my heart is torn asunder,
Now.
All I need is this time I cannot find,
in this junction breed,
my soul cannot be blind.

My eyes turn with this sky,
my body starts to petrify,
a breath of hate alive,
my lungs scream for all time.
My body fades away,
my demons fly today,
on swift wings, my sanity is torn,
when darkness falls my soul is reborn.

Now my end is near,
death will arise,
to bring his torture here.
When his sword starts to swing,
bodies lie cold,
in the aftermath of screams.

Long live the fighters!