Legion of the Lost

A Story by The Grappler

Just a snippet of bitter wine poured on my soul's wounds as I bleed again...

Crushed beneath the treads of the woman's juggernaut tank, our soul’s guts spreading out both ends like toothpaste from a tube, we lie there with our soul's life bleeding away into the mud, and say with our dying gasp -

"But I love her! "

Then she runs back over your soul to make sure, before opening the hatch to some other guy with a good line of unmeaning who uses and abuses her and cheats on her and leaves her.

Then we drag our battered and crushed soul's corpse from the mud and go and try again.. and again.. the eternal soldier soul.....doomed to die over and over again in endless battle with himself and those he loves.......immortal until he dies lies the hope within him as he staggers to yet another massacre of the innocent..... of him and nobody else.... while behind him his lost love celebrates with good wine and good sex with a loser..... who she will crush in turn when the time comes....

Easy is the recruiting for the legions of the lost..... we line up for the chance to be slaughtered....