Your head is just above the water which is freezing and only  grows higher. I am the hunger and I am pain, but I am starved. Feed me.

You thought it couldn't get any worse but the stench of death hung like a low fog. I am the boogie man that lives under your bed and the bad voices that whisper in the far retches of your sad deranged mind. Feed me.

Your worst memories flutter back as you try to forget; but you can't no matter how you struggle. I am the fear of failure, the hatred and the insanity. I am the blindness.

"Feed me," I scream. "Feed me," I order.

Give me all that you can and more. Feed me your young men by turning them into soldiers, my little pawns that I shall only destroy. Give me all; and I shall only destroy.

The Mothers they are weeping as are the Fathers and the children cry for they do not understand why.

Feed me your innocent and therefore you condemn them. No one is innocent anymore for you shall all become tainted and broken. That's how I leave people.

Their bodies will ache and they will beg me for mercy.
"Is it worth it?" You ask. Only time can tell. But I know no mercy.

I am War so fear me. I am War so fear me because no one will best me. I am war so fear me as we all will lose something. I am war and I will be back.