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I hurt for the worst I fear It's as if something draws near The hand that grips at my heart Pulls me asunder to give me a start I can't believe that what I've done is what I had to do, but I shoulder on. I'm just a soldier following orders Not just orders but requests The things that most men take in jest I'll make up a story so you won't see the monster that tears inside of me. They rip me up and leave me out People see and cast their doubts I try so hard but I hear their shouts So I soldier on with the task I carry out This is my one last order you see To make it through this horrifying scene I carve through like a beast in repose Backed into corners that only the most troubled know. So this time I make of you one request Do not let this story rest. Carry this on and show the people that misery and pain is not only feeble It's a scar, a disease that we all carry It's something that makes even the strongest weary. So please allow the peoples minds to rest Because the only hope is from one who is not blessed It's the forsaken long and forgotten That truly shows us what's wrong and rotten. So please remember these last words. I'm the lonely soldier, The one who has to be constantly bolder. I take the grime and crap life gives just so you can all let hope live. I try to plant the seeds in your heart. To truly give love and hope that start The one true start that it deserves Not the beaten lust it has earned Just give this one good chance you’ll see. That it’s the heart that really will lead It’s the last true chance at a victory. To become a soldier just like me.

SUNSET As the sun sets, on a scarlet sky, The days come, just to rush us by. Though some times, we may sigh, Other times all seems nigh. Crimson sky, azure lake, Where, oh where the birds will take? All below seems a flake, Still in bed I lie awake. Eyes wide open? Open wide. Where oh where, my dreams do hide? Falling in this world of red Stomach churning... I've been fed 'Maybe, it's what lies ahead?', thinking that, I grip my head...

You say you accept one for who they are. A past that you cannot move on from haunts your heart. Scars that tear your heart and leave anger in it's wake. I, who believes in my own faith somehow rips your scars wide open. You who cannot heal hates the ones who did not scar you. You, who turns evil on others due to pains of the past. You, who hurts others like the past evils had hurt you. Me, as who i am turns from the hatred with scars you placed on me. You, who cannot move forward has chained your pain with anger. You have turned into the evil that scarred who you are.

DUSK Like the wind, on this day. May my soul blow away. It glows bright, that is true, Though gasoline can burn bright too... Who's to judge and who's to blame; The mob runs wild, but is it sane? Where's the goal, what was the aim? Forgotten - what we tried to claim... The sun now falls and all is dark, I hold the fire in my flask... As darkness sets upon this day, My goddamn soul may burn away.

DARK (iam abiissent) The sky grows dark as the walls shudder; Facing the paint, my brain starts to stutter: 'Is there peace here? Can I find rest?' A well-known sensation - 'there is nothing left'. My mind starts to scream, room so silent. My soul torn apart, heat-beat violent. I throw away everything that I've known, For that was all lies - or so I've been shown...

A New Chapter You walk down the road, crossing the bridge above a wide river; A river that spilled out, and over its banks quite some time ago. Clouds covering the sky like a blanket; wind blowing in your hair. Rain, barley visible, ever so gently grazing your skin. The subtle duet of violin and cello, rising and falling to break sometimes Over the stasis of vocals and piano, in a song you last listened to over a year ago... A year, in which so much had changed... You close your eyes and the sensations engulf you... just like they did back then. A familiar feeling, yet different. Perhaps you didn't understand then. Perhaps still there are things unknown to you. However, what came to pass is not forgotten. Gone, but forever with you. Those things, which then broke you, now only make you stronger. And the wind... silently howls, as ever.

Lost Dreams getting heavy like fire already burning the ashes of a soul that crashes. Dreams getting vivid showing tales of a livid tale I don't remember that started in November. Dreams getting wild brain rambling like a child. Well, what a mess... Such a pile of distress. Perhaps it's a message that I can't yet see... Perhaps writing it out will help it to be?

Fading Still, I'm stuck in this confusion. Was the problem my delusion? A result of long seclusion? Or perhaps, 't's one illusion, Bitter thoughts' corrosive fusion... Well, the dark night sure is quiet - Silent world's unspoken diet, As to calm the thoughts that riot... Sleep - I guess that I should try it.

I See You I am what I project myself to be I am strong courageous and smart This is my shield allowing me to be free A safe forever guarding my heart You wear a mask that's invisible to me It's crafted from ego, truths and lies The person you are is all I ever see I see you, so shed this awful guise

Wrote this a month or so ago, several people I've shown it to pulled different interpretations from it, which is interesting since I though the meaning was fairly obvious. I'm curious to see what anybody else might take from it. The Trail: A fire once burned here The wind carries the scent of the dying embers The ash is still warm Perhaps the first sight of a sunless morning vanquished the flame A faint calling beckons me forward I draw near to a serene mountain lake The still water reveals a long lost reflection A woman stood in silence in the waters And she found hope in its purity To the east a glimmer of light I give chase but it dies as quickly as it lived The waters return to their duties, the wind is leaving I am foresaken I sense Ive seen it before but I can't place myself there Even now this place leaves me with only a figureless shadow Somebody was here, all signs lead to that conclusion Whether it was me, or her, or god or simply an illusion I may never know The trail has gone cold