Battlefield Without Responsibility

an unjust world
where nothing really makes sense
no rhyme, no reason
everyone just competing to be the least fucked up
kick someone in the throat before they pull your hair
leave them dying in the street
move on to the next challenge
no time to think about what you've done
who you've hurt and what you've become
no care for pain you've caused
pain you've felt and pain that's yet to come
the moment you stop to wonder
is the moment you let your guard down
leave yourself exposed and pay a hefty price
just keep moving
ducking and diving
manipulate, conniving
anything is better than nothing
moments become hours, hours become days
days become weeks and weeks turn into years
losing track comes easy when you're desperate to forget
desperate to avoid the reality of what it all means
desperate to avoid yourself and how far you've let it go
conscience must be nice for those who can afford it
it must be nice to feel so free and in control
to want to be better and genuinely care
seeing others as equals, real
instead of as soldiers, locked in a battle of your making
justification comes easy, when pain is what you know
in a world where no-one matters, least of all yourself
everyone should get what they deserve
karma for the masses, retribution for pain caused
but we're all just soldiers, fighting for a cause
each of us pained once before, at someone elses hand
none of us are innocent, every one of us are damned
no time to stop and think
wonder how it all became
wonder who hurt first or who deserved, or for that matter who did not
a moment spent helping the wounded leads to a lifetime of regret
the wounded lash out when least expected
the wounded know the score
the wounded once were victims, helpers in a time long before
they reached out to help someone too, now they bear the scars
now they lie in waiting, seeking revenge
seeking retribution, on anyone who'll show
revenge is a dish best served
long after the fact, on a different person
from the one who earlier attacked
it's easier to kill the weak, than face what once destroyed you
easier still to justify it, when you still feel destroyed
the abuser continues to abuse, getting stronger
the abused becomes the abuser, the death of what once was
the line between good and bad ends up being the loser
all's fair in love and war
everything justified, responsibility lost
be who you want, do what you will
no time to stop and think
what you'd find would make you doubt
make you question your actions
make you re-live the past
and the actions of others which brought you here
better to hurt than be hurt
better to kill than be killed
so on and on we go
dulling the senses and with it ourselves
until no-one is left
dessolation and emptiness
darkness lays claim to it's prize
the prize is past caring anyway
for ever and ever, amen.