Pit of Death

Sadness is a pit of death.
That is where my tears are shed.
Where my blood was spilled. 
I hope my wounds have surely healed. 
And the tears that I shed. 
Were falling in the pit of death.
Holding up my golden shield.
I raised my arms, ran through the field.
Wondering about the life I left.
The fire burned inside my chest.
I hold my head up high and build.
And know the life I had was killed. 
Holding on to my last breath. 
I shed my last tears in the pit of death.