Climax

Crawling from the battlefield, blood stained and shattered bones.
This armor feels incredible, weighing heavily upon my soul.
I am alive and also dead, I carry what is left in hand.
Defeated only by myself, looking to the sky when I can.
Though that doesn't come often, as I'm too focused on what's beneath my feet.
Bodies that look just like me, same faces and same physique.
Was I at war with myself? making choices I've made before.
What exactly does it take for my energy to seek nevermore.