"We all make choices in life, but in the end it is our choices that make us."
I can't believe I thought it, of so many words spoken,
My heart beating, screaming, while leaving hers broken.
War of Words
The silent echo, vibrant in all it's kindness.
Violent in all its mindless and selfish reliance
Melted inside this body of mine, the death toll
Despite the perfect words of peace the pen wrote
-increased. Instead foes were left known as beasts.
My sword rose to meet many, I drove the piece forth
Exposed a weak source and those fiends were forced
to meet death, deceased yet, only the sword
knew the character of man enough to stand up
and reprimand the trust, with a bland lust
To hand cuts to any unwilling recipient
Fulfilling the mission with a chilling precision.
I was only a youth, far from knowing the truth,
-hard was showing the troop a heart growing improved.
Now I'm striving for survival in denial of my actions.
Alive to see my rivals die for a fallacy.
Piles of bodies surrounding me, allowing me to ask if
Life could be different would I take a separate passage?
I can't believe I wished it, of so many words spoken,
My heart beating, screaming, while leaving hers broken.
Sweet Tears
I break my bones while she waits at home,
praying so the ancient crows don't take my soul
The faintest glow from the lake is shown
Like God saw the atrocities and escaped the globe.
Something must give, the struggle is fierce
I fumble and fear the falling in this puddle of tears
Appalling is the numbing, my ears wondering here
If what they hear is really as utterly disgusting and clear
I was only a man, close to knowing the truth
though it's only a bruise, slow, exposing its roots...
Now my dignity filters an emotional conclave
Mind caged because of many reasons she's not safe.
So I pray to God for the light to witness the road's finish
If not I'll continue to show indifference to no limit.
I traveled through the cold mist so indignant
A sus.p.i.cious show of wishing a broken rapport.
Going forward, asking my soul where to focus the sword.
I can't believe I've done it, of so many words spoken,
My heart beating, screaming, while leaving hers broken.
I Lied
Approaching that old decision of a cold tradition
A blizzard snow condition quickly froze my image
No witness told depictions of a close description
In fact, no witness had made it alive
I was patient and tried taking my time
But, as sacred as God I went crazy and died.
Waking to find my body trapped in catharsis
A light in my peripheral flashed into darkness
Des.p.i.cable acts are the hardest to craft into shards
of truth, I scarred the mutually exclusiveness, roots
of beauty in us, usually plush now crucially ruptured.
Maneuvering structure to evil, vague and deranged
I changed... heart beating, speaking and placing the blame
MYSELF... the admittance, I made it with haste
As she cried, nails like rain, painting my face
As she tried, understanding why, I struggled answering
Dusk in the sky, clouds demanding sun to arise
Nebulous clusters of regret taking shapes of lament
Creations of depth... like my body placed in cement
Shadows Of Your Thoughts
Tasting the death of that once traditional love
Tears screaming for release, pores trickling blood
The source pounding, as she proudly performs her horse mounting
Still trying to get why I chose the sword of immorality.