Coming up on heaven’s door.
My friends at my side.
So begins our gruesome night.

We stand together, Ready.
Facing our worst fears,
Our minds and bodies, steady.

Our hearts dreading the silence.
Sad, lonely, quiet.
Abruptly, the doors open.

Angels of love and despair,
Scream out in the night.
Their arrows, deadly and true.

They pierce my soul painfully.
I slowly doze off.
Cursed to repeat it again.

Here we are, to save the day.
With a helping hand.
It is unconditional.

What could it possibly be?
What keeps us going?
Perhaps it’s just our nature.

For what, do we fight so hard?
We do not ask why.
We merely act on instinct.

What is heaven? What is hell?
The only difference,
Is what you choose to call it.

With every kill, I cry out
the grief is too much
Death will make them understand