A Poem That Describes WhoIsKreech

Peace
No part in my reality
At war with myself
For as long as I can remember
No weapon is spared
They look good in my hands
Reflections of menace
Made from demands
Warrior born
Into a pilgrim's realm
Dressed as wolves
To fool themselves
The difference is clear
I am not meant to be here
Matter out of place
Losing my mind
Because love is far away
A distance that is measured
Like a sniper with his target
Every time I pull the trigger
Another one bites the dust
While I taste the glory
Of being forgotten
By myself
Observing a battlefield
My ears savoir the screams
Of a language I don't understand
That gives life meaning
To those who think
I am out of bullets

-bite kreature