Horsemen

When you stare death in the face, you will cry and weep to whatever God will listen.
Many will say they do not fear death,
That they do not worry when it is time for the reaper to hold their hand.
The taboo, the unknown, the feeling .
It attracts the innocent mind.
Boys have become men in a matter of hours . Where man exists, there will be war.
Where there is war, there will be death.
Death does not discriminate.
Death does not lie, cheat or steal.
Life does these things to us.
But Death has made us a promise , a promise from the moment our hearts begin to beat.
That he will see us , and greet us with open arms.
I've seen the life drain from a mans eyes.
I've felt Deaths cold hand reach for me before.
I've seen what a man can do to another man.
War has broken me, and rebuilt me in its image.
War has made sure that I will miss it when it is gone, that I will drown in the nostalgia of it.
I sometimes find it comforting to stare at the moon alone, for I know what the dark side looks like.
I'm home now, but war has planted it's seed in my mind. And it's cold, dark roots grow a bit more every day.
So I say, you will weep and cry when you look death in the face, but I, I will smile, and embrace my old friend.