A wish is where it starts, the cycle of all amends,
An order that offers the peace, or a blade that shatters all sense.
A wish he had in him, that courage to take those blame,
A contingent negotiation, further awaited the hell.
Bleeding all the way, he welcomed the pain with smile,
So lost, so possessed, he kept loyal to his path,
A goal behind the mist, an aim that leads to nowhere,
He finally found his stand.
Shattered his state of tranquil, serenity was lost.
The realisation of those wounds teleported him to his past.
He witnessed his own in a time warp, the life he felt so unknown.
Was he the same who lived then, and the one I am now?
Captivated by the despair, he cried for help,
Restless, scared, he searched everywhere.
But for a soul to soothe, he was at a lone land.
Followed the solitude, no; forever, it was there.
He lost all his senses, as a payment to defy his cause,
A human in flesh n bones, now hollow was his heart.
Still , he feels the pain, suffers every hour,
Yet he wear those smiles like a Medal of Honor.