A soul to keep but a breath to take..
They say a soldier sees unbearable things to which an Average Joe could not withstand,
soldiers at war need fortitude to keep their minds intact to bring pride to their country, but it's the soul that is passed on to a new fate and path.

A man once told me a war is a game of the devil, each kill-shot leads to a stronger grasps of Lucifer’s hold but a weaker chance to feel death’s touch, you feel immortal, but everyone has an Achilles heel which justifies the true honour in a battle, but you have to be brave as a lion, fierce as a wolf and have a mind of clarity, if you lose sight of reality things hit you harder, death’s touch approaches with each step on the blood and sands of the forsaken deceased. So a battle is no longer a run and gun, but more like a mind fuck, it brings you to your knees like a fallen brother, it keeps you from the people you love so hold each breath like it’s your last and give it to someone else, your country, the people you love but most of all, yourself.

A one man army can withstand a crusade of thousands of enemies but with every breath must be given back, so hold things close to you, before deaths touch creeps as you approach your battlefield.

Waiting now, waiting then
Wishing for something I will never have
Praying for something I can never give
Bleeding for a hope that's long since dead
Crying for a life never lived
Stuck on the price I may pay for this
I'm tired of waking up without you
Tired of the years of begging
Sick at heart with not knowing
Deal with the devil and lose your soul
Deal with life and lose the battle
The war crumbles beneath my feet
Lost and alone with nothing more
Sight unseen, words unspoken
Cleaving my soul, leave it... Broken

Lonely Streets


I walk these midnight streets,
The moon holds a burden over my head
the weight of the world on my shoulders,
pulling me down with each stride to make
it past the unforgettable scene.

I walk these midnight streets,
like an empty hallway,
no windows, no lights,
no lines, no arrows,
No path.

I walk these midnight streets,
for which there is no point of return,
no door way to keep me thinking of what's on the other side,
so I stagger down the streets like a lost dog,
no refuge.

I walk these midnight streets,
like they're my last stand,
to keep me away from the scorn that keeps my thoughts intact
I lift my head from the deceitful ground below me,
it shakes in the tremors of my tears,
hitting the ground.

Each step I take is a regret,
because it is a step away from you.


Awakening


That night the crickets were singing for me, their lullaby of lust and love, the dawn of my hearts beat, vigorously compelling to few words of which we exchanged continue to haunt my various thoughts. It's the night you stole my heart's pulse, beating of such harmony it could not be tamed, but the agonizing day, that brought terror into the eyes of rapture and continued to wish away the scornful regrets of those words that brought me to my knees and pleading for answers. The night the crickets had arthritis and could not sing my sweet lullaby but more of an unorganized symphony, all over the place bringing pain into my ears and striking my heart of a distancing pulse. So from then on I hear the wretched sounds of the cricket annoyance that has brought myself to sorrow to antagonize my scornful thoughts to compel them into anger to strike down with great vengeance over coming my thoughts and feelings. You awakened me but very slowly paralyzed the feelings of love, bringing me to greater heights and slowly losing touch of reality and losing sight of all humanity and focusing on you. You're the problem and you are the solution, even though love is just a word.

This post was edited by TwilightJr on Aug 9 2010 06:21pm

all shitty.