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