I walk the face of earth once more,
a mindless puppet, my strings are torn.
the creaky bones, the bad eyesight,
yet the chance to turn wrong to right.
wars-a-waging, old mans guilt,
the worlds now on more then just a tilt.
parents weeping, children slain,
bloody thoughts, fear will reign.
I look in the shadows, a creature did lurk,
he whispered to me, hiding a smirk.
"Thou shalt be killed if thee can't find,
the demon lurking in thou mind."
So off I ventured, to quench my thirst,
of corpses piled with hearts-a-burst.
And on that quest what did I see?
The Wicked Path Of Destiny


This Life.
No Love.
No Glory.
No Dignity.
You have no Grace,
Might as well hide your face.
How is it possible to be such a disgrace?
Put on your mask.
It's a far better choice.
It hides your real voice.
Nobody will know,
What you really feel.
Trust me,
It's better this way,
There's more room to play.
Don't wish for Love.
You'll never find it.
Watch the World.
It's like a dying Soul.
Nobody loves.
Nobody feels.
Nobody cares.
Violence is another issue.
Everybody dies,
But some people just deserve to die,
Those that cause people PAIN,
And make them cry.
Don't expect Comfort.
You'll never receive that.
It's like looking for the lost Rabbit within the Black Hat.
Comfort is a luxury,
That costs too much feeling.
It's like gazing at a tombstone,
And not believing.
Yes.
It's happened.
They've passed.
It's like searching for substance,
In an empty glass.
How could they go,
And leave me here?
Why am I still asking this question?
It's been a year.
The world leaves no room for grieving.
No room to just get lost in the ceiling.
I wish I were them,
In the Dirt,
Instead of being here,
Alone with the hurt.
How can I move on,
Away from the pain?
It's so overwhelming,
I might go insane.
Hiding behind mine eyes,
If you look too close,
You'll see my sweet demise.
Why can't I deal with this?
This Pain.
There is nothing for me to gain.
This Life.
No Love.
No Glory.
No Dignity.
Nothing