Combat suit

I don an armor full of cracks
That starts to show the soul it lacks
It used to be such melody
Back when I fought the war with me

It is engraved with such strange runes
That speak of such forgotten dunes
Of waterfalls that never fell
Of mouldy metal forged in hell

And in the chest plate there's a hole
Long time ago it hid a soul
Now there's just dirt behind the dirt
There's nothing there left to hurt

And if the wind comes back again
The air will be acid rain
The war attire will be dust
And left behind will be just rust