Inner Thoughts of Grunt
Surrounded I cannot talk about the issues inside my head. I was repurposed from innocence into freedom's gladiator. Oh, how the crowds would cheer at the bloodshed beneath my feet. They Chanted lyrics from old songs to support my cause... But the words bring anguish not pride. You see, I never asked to be someone's hero. Desire to dwell in solitude It is not a question of "how" but "why?" I have the keys to a coward way out... But my heart stops me from unlocking those gates.