I am dark and sharp
I wonder what it’s like to die
I hear the screams of millions, haunting me in my slumber
I see men, so much death around them
I want to help them, to stop, but I cannot
I am dark and sharp

I pretend I don’t care
I feel sadness for the young boys who I have killed
I touch their bare skin and bones and cut through them like butter
I worry that no one cares about them
I cry for them, so many dead
I pretend I don’t care

I know I can’t stop, but I can try
I stay still, not knowing when I will strike the next man down
I dream of the day I will not have to be used
I try, and try, and try to stop all the death around me
I hope they will survive, I hope everyone survives, but I can only hope
I know I can’t stop, but I can try