By Val Halla
i worry about his demise
slipping silently in the night
i see the victims eyes
slipping silently into the fight
i do not wish this on a man
for death is never right
death is what changes a man
even the very sight
but i must conquer my enemy
for it must be done
i must succeed over my enemy
so this battle can be won
some day i will understand
what makes people like me fight
but until then all i can do
is slip silently into the night