Some meet the end as a friend
others meet it as a foe
the one absolute certainty is
we all must at some time go.

And falling shards
May rip ****** tears
But that doesn't matter
As long as we're still here

Seven little kids
Wanted to end a great war
But one of them was slain
Before she could even leave the fort

Six little kids
Fought and learned of strife
But one of them could not
So in the end they were five

Five little kids
Used to play swords
One of them got mad
So they were just four

Four little kids
Did not learn from what they've done
One followed the mad
So they were three and a pile of bone

Three little kids
One of them turned to run
Tried to save a fallen
And so four of seven were gone

Two little kids
Attacked on their own
But one had to go
So left was just one

One little kid
Faced his enemy's blade
But he never stood a chance
And so he shall meet his ****** fate

I sleep with the lights off.
Not knowing is far more comforting.

Darkness always prevails,  
Trails of destruction to come,
It is all just as well,
There is nowhere left to run,

Remorse will take control,
Reminding me of my wrongs,
Life's non-forgiving pull,
Will put me where I belong,

Lacking benevolence,
No sign of guilt or control,
The world never repents,
You will always pay your toll

She had that
octopus smile,
always reaching for
something.
I was her small
fish; her handmaid.
I lived in her nebulous
world for far too long.
Inky confusion...

There's a reason for
your treason, said the
old man to the shark,
but Hem forgot, a beast
is a beast, they do
beastly things.
We all have to eat.

I'm done being the
meal.
It's your Ocean,
I'm just trying to
swim in it.

You're an oyster,
and I want your
pearl,
but I won't drown
for it.