A Poem For Gears of War

The skies are gray, and full of pain.
I can't see the sun anymore.

I look around, and all I hear is the menacing sound of my heartbeat.
The ground below me is full of hell, just waiting to burst; when?
I can't tell...

I've been here for so long, I have survived...
But everyone that was around me... is dead and gone,
but their ghosts still haunt me.

I clench my lancer to my chest, the blood stained bayonet put at rest.
I wait here for them now... and I know that they are searching for me.
They want to take me away from here, and drag me down to hell with them.

They want to break me.
Make me scream and curse.
They want to shed my blood, but they won't be the first.

I still have nightmares about them.
I can't rid them from my mind.
They have scared me forever.

Taken everything I once knew and loved.
Took it right before me and screwed it all up.

But I will go on and find the peace inside.
Not until every last one of them is dead...

...I will not die...