Ghostjudicator’s Dethmachine-Love letter from the Great War

Closing my eyes and I can’t sleep

Every time I close my eyes

I see screaming faces of men I’ve killed in combat

I hope god can forgive me for things I’ve done

My dearest love

I miss you more with each passing day

Every single letter you write

I hang on each and every word

You’ve struck with your pen

It saves me from the memories of what I’ve done with my rifle and bayonet

It gave me strength as I lead today’s charge with a resounding roar

I held a dying buddy in my arms after

He begged me to read his bloody bible and tell his wife not to forget him

As I watched the life leave his eyes and his flame die out I screamed out to god

Why!!!

I asked him aloud shall this be my fate too,I got no reply

Before I knew it I was up again and firing at my enemy seeing red

My men they killed em all and we took the ground,I stood over a dying enemy gripping a tattered photo of his wife and child,mercilessly I took him…

Seeing the horrors my hands have done in this damned war hardens my heart like stone

I’m haunted by the faces of fallen friend and foe alike

This Great War in these trenches and no man’s lands is a bloody affair my dear

This isn’t fair at all

I just wish to be home

I long for your touch

I long for your lips pressed against mine

I’m laying in this cold foxhole

All alone and waiting for you to lay on my chest

Bombs bursting over my head instead

Machine guns and gas

Men tangled in barb wire in agony is all I get

I miss the way our eyes lock

I miss your breath upon my neck

I miss your warm embrace

I really need you

I feel empty and alone

I know your tethered to my soul by our red string

I know

It doesn’t change the fact your so far away

Craving your touch

I’m wasting away without your love

So I choose strength

I wish I could be home

Laughing and dancing with you

Till the sun burns our eyes

And our cups are dry

I miss being in our garden

I miss your soft smile greeting me after a long day in our fields

I miss walking in our door

To your welcoming arms and soft caressing hands upon my face

I can’t wait for the journey to be done

I can’t wait to return from this long tour to foreign lands

For this battle I couldn’t give a damn about

But I volunteered to serve my land

For god and country

My minds collapsing

Dying men are hollowing out in pain all around

Nothing but mud and blood in these battle scared lands

My love I dream of you when I sleep

It helps me escape my duties

It’s a splendor and beauty

That keeps me driven

I awake to a reality I didn’t ask for but need to do

More than anything I just want you to know that I need you

Just you

Me and you

We will make our dreams come true

When I return from this waking nightmare a broken man you need to mend