Notice

You can have it all. My empire of nothingness. Beet me down. Kill me in my sleep. Make me blead. Drowning in the fear. Of everything that is not here. It is ok. I was ment to die. Just dont cry when iam gone, and you dont notice it. For everything you have ben looking for was all I ever was. But you just let me go. Sliped back to what i used to be. The shadow of the night. Sliping back into the watery grave. Into the darkness of nothing. But cry for me.

Rain

Dark days Dark nights. It rains every day here. In the day in the night. The rain in the darkness. You can see it but you know its raining. The rains soaks everything. Yet one day it will stop raining. That will be the day.

the glass

Thr fracture splits me. Holding myselft together. Cooling so I dont explode. Holding myself together. Yet the fracute starts to split. The crack becomes more prominate. The glass brecks.

The dreams

Silent screams in my dreams. Try as I might nothing but the night. In the night nothing but fright. End comes and goes many a time. Runny in my mocs in this darkness. Silent I run from everything.Black and white. Dark and light. No color. Running and running. The black and white soon turns to color. But only one. Red.

bridges burning

bridges burning. All bridges end up burning. Some just to be burnt. Some get replaced. Some burn till nothing is left. Some burn just to be burnt. Some are burnt and then rebilt. Some just are burnt and never replaced. Some are burnt. Some river souldnt be crossed by a bridge. i never ment to burn the bridges that I have.

Head in the sand

Heads in the sand moving though this life. So ignorant. Not seeing the truth. Blinded by the light. Running with your heads in the sand. Its all about you and your ways. No one else in this world matter beacuse they are not like you. So you fear them only beacuse you know nothing about them. So ignorant. You fear them. Your angry at them. You try everything to keep them away. You try to punish them for what they are. Fear. You just fear me becuse I say what i want. You fear me beacuse Iam what I am. Nothing more nothing less. You have no clue what iam. I sugest you just back off. You have no clue what i can be. Fear what you dont know. The fear will keep you there with your head in the sand.

Complexity

I walked a line. This line of my life. At some point i crossed it. Everything gets worse with each sunset. wishing this line was back. Wishing I could have all that i have lost back. Wishing I was what i used to be. Just wishing everything could be so simple again. Yet with each sunset a peace of me dies. slowly wanting to. Yet each sunrise i wish to live to see the sunset again. The complexity of my life.

A candle

Night once again. A light in the distance. A candle flame. Dime yet bright in this darkness. Slowly fading. Do I blow it out and save it for later and leave myself in this darkness? The hero of the night a simple candle. Yet in the daylight its blown out. The hero of the night. Yet nothing by day. When will my candle go out and leave me in this darkness? Or will I save the candle to live anuther night?

The end is the biginging of the past

Years from my high school days. Thing have settled down and i have a house now. One day looking though the atic I found a chest coverd in dust. The odditys in this old house. The chest so coverd in dust. I gess its ben sitting there for many years. I dusted it of and to my surpirse it had a inscription in some language. idk. I tried to open with no luck. So I set it back on the spot where it sits. Many days have past and man nights. Yet one night i had a dreem of the chest and a man. He said Only I may open this chest. Though not me but a diffrent man. Many thoughts fade with time and he opend it. As i woke up i rushed up to that dusty chest. Said that line but nothing. The dreems progressed. Then a captain of a sailing ship was with the chest. He said
Only I many open this chest and only I. But as a diffrent man.Many thoughts fade with time and so do my bones. Then it opend. I rished back up to try this and it opend. In the chest lay a book. A leather bined book. I opened it and read the frount page. Tails from the lands as I seen them.

This story

Ok iam writing a story and for you that read my blog it will be up some time this week if iam not bissy...so yea

The road I walk

This road I walk. Always walking to the end. Then one day a man appeared on the road. Walking towards me. The man said just a simple line. We dont live our days on this earth. We just servive them day to day. The sunsets that end the days and the sunrise that ends the night. Whats end my life on this road? Im I to walk forever alone? When will it end? Or is it just the start of m life?
This long black path.

The darkness hides the truth.

Siding back into the darkness. being crush by what is me. Finding the water darker on the inside. Wanting to be the shadow once again. Wishing I was the night once again. Wishing the dammed that Am would raise the sky so I shall not be crushed no more. Wishing the end was. The light fades as my life pushes onward. The struggles make me darker and unknown each time. Each sunset makes me more in touch with what I was and what I will never be again. Stop looking up to me. For Aim not that person no longer. The darkness hides the truth about that AM. The darkness so found of me. The ways to die. The ways to live no longer apparent. The mirror lies. All I see is a shell. Grey and thin. The ways I see. The end will come. What happens in the end will make us what we are. For now the darkness hides the truth of what iam

Bullets fly in the dark

Bullets fly in the dark. Each night tracers are seen from side to side. Each day the bombs explode. A war. In a war you dont pick your side. You just end up where you do. The days end with the nights. The nights end will the sunrise. The sun some may never see. The war will burn our souls. Nothing but a shell. Well for some all we are is a shell so its not realy affrectin us. True soldiers. Rased from young. The war that burns. Everything you do to keep the sky from falling and crushing you. No matter what you do it always falls. What do you know about me? Who I was. No you know nothing. Iam the Soldier. Iam the beast that is unleased when the sky falls. Not to make things worse but to fix it. To bring the sky back to the heavans. The beast that ended the world come back in the end to save it. Irony of my life. Its ok you can hate me all you want. All that means is you know nothing of me. All you know is who I was. What i used to be. The changed that made me my own once again. The past is gone. The present is useless. But what lie beond that? The way Iam is me get over it. Iam alredy the hero that dies in the end. Nothing new to this story. Try me. Push me. Break me. Kill me. Just make sure i dont come back. The end will come and go. The question is who will be here when it dose? Who the man that distroyed himself, Or the monster that saved the man? The sun rises the day after the nights bleed. Will I see the sun rise yet again? Or will the sky fall and crush me in its darkness?

War

Lines have ben drawn. The side of the war are here. Pick your side for all in the middle shall be distroyed. The lines are here. The war will come. Whos side shall it be? The river shall run rich with blood

The path

Finding Who we are I walk this dark path. No sord. Ju st this small sheild. The worn finish of the sheild. Walking this dark path. Not knowing. Who we are is not what we are. The days I wander on this path. The things I see. The things I wish i could help or fix. The things my mind contorts. The things I wish where true., The things on this path that make my mind wander. The things we say. The things we do. All along this dark path. I wonder about this path and where it leads.

shall i see

To day is a day i live to see again. To day i do not die for it is not my time. I dont want to die. I dont want to see everythign i have dreamed. I do not want to see what is the truth. For today is not my time. Hopfuly tomaorw will come and go and i will see the sunrise one more time. For many years to come. For many sunrises and sunsets shall i see. For the life I live is what I live for.

Hold my hand

Hold my hand as i walk with you. Hold my hand as i giud you in this darkness that is life. Hold my hand as you see what I see. See the lgiht and the darkness as i do. Hold my hand as we alk this line. Hold my hand and it will a ll be fine. Hold my hand till we die. Hold my hand as we say goodbye. Hold my hand and you will be safe for I will protect you. For ever. I will be here as long as you keep hold. Donlt let me fade into the darkness as many befor me have done.

The cage

locked in this cage. The cage of my thouights. They scare me more than anything else. The wire casted in raw blood. The wires so crude. The way i live from day to day is hell being me. knowing i could be the killer. I could be the only left holding the knife. They days we live are only the dats we servive. The days we servive to die a diffrent day. The control that holds the cage to keep all the good in and the evil out. With out it your fucked. So be thankfull that I have a cage.

blood red winter

The screams of the victoms peace the empty souls. The rumble of the marching soldiers. The empire has emerged. Sleeping geiant has yet once awaked. The bodies staced in the streets and burning. The end has come. Fredom no longer exsists. The fight has become one. The death is eveinent. The end will come but for who,or what?

What We Remmber

I sayWe all bleed red. We know this yet some times we wonder if we still bleed red. We forget it. Yet what we dont forget is the scares. The scars that fad with time but the scares we always see. Stiched shut. Scares that make us wish we rememberd that we do bleed red. Scars.
Just scars.

I say we dont live each day we servive. Servive to die anuther day