The_Sweetest_Thing
MacPhisto's serving wench
On the battlefield
Uncertainty and reason struggle
Yearning to taste victory, I fear
Its sweetness
Bound to my weapons, I am
The enemy
Those outstretched hands
Are buried beneath the noise
Weighed down by insecurity, I cannot
See myself
Purging this feeling, I crave
An end
A bittersweet victory
Enveloping a million defeats
Hoping for emptiness, I?m left
Filled up
Forced to an ideal, I become
An empty shell
In the war for control
The consequences often outweigh the benefits
Uncertainty and reason struggle
Yearning to taste victory, I fear
Its sweetness
Bound to my weapons, I am
The enemy
Those outstretched hands
Are buried beneath the noise
Weighed down by insecurity, I cannot
See myself
Purging this feeling, I crave
An end
A bittersweet victory
Enveloping a million defeats
Hoping for emptiness, I?m left
Filled up
Forced to an ideal, I become
An empty shell
In the war for control
The consequences often outweigh the benefits