Senses Fail

So let me take this medicine
to quench my love for violent things.
My swan song will
be like a bullet laced in anger
as the razor cuts the soft spot on your heel.
(It's back) It's getting slower.
(This war) It's getting harder
to fight by myself.
(This place) A bitter fashion.
(Ripped out) this shield that I have.
Tears rain from above.
Do you see the life I lead?
So follow me into the sun
and I will bleed the poision dry.
These bayonet scars never seize
to blind the light shed from the beast
and all we do is hate.