I see the red sun sinking in the horizon
before my eyes the sky is burning,
the half moon shyly smiling
but it is in on her dark side
where my heart is falling.

I breathe in the scent of the evening
trying to remember the days
when I was happy only because I was living.
the soft wind wants to give me wings
but my mind is drowning
in the river running wildly next to my aching body

as the night gets darker,
my ghosts are revealing their faces,
my demons are waiting on the right side of my bed
and while the stars will dance their waltz
I will be sleeping with my fears
and let the nightmares bite again
another piece of my restless soul.

I can't help but to ask what war are we truly fighting
Is it against them...
Or is it against the image in the mirror
We claim that ever decision we make is for the greater good of the human race
But we blow their heads off and celebrate it as a victory
And that is what gets to me
How could we smile and laugh as if what we just did was okay
As if the life we just passed judgment upon meant nothing
What if he/she was a father or a mother
One who was just shooting back because their alternative was to bath in puddle of their own children's blood
Can't you see they are fighting the same battle as us
Because they are just like us
They are trying to earn the title is survivor just like us
They just want to go home to their families just like us
They just want to protect their loved ones just like us
But unlike us the majority of them don't make it back
Because unlike us they lay on the battlefield saying their final goodbyes from a far
No one ever thinks about the pain a suffering we bring in order to uphold peace
So allow me to end this with a question

Is it truly peace we seek, if the price we pay is another's life?

He loves her.
She loves him.
He fights for her.
She fights for him.

They get started at.
Everywhere they go?
But put only shields of blindness.
But in truth they know.

Within both families of theirs they hear comments.
Some out spoken like those of a kid.

And constantly wonder of the wrong they done?
Especially when it's concerning only two people in love.
But others going by the color of their skins.

Not concerning about the love they share.
But more concern about what others will say to them?

And than they woke up and stated, "that's their problem."

John Doe Jr.
Age of four.

Joshua Doe.
Age of four.

Angelica Doe
Age of four.
Three different mothers and one father to them all.

But trace your past.
And face the truth.
You participated more into his scheme of needs.
Because of monetary greed.

You knew his trade of business.
Which were illegal.
Yes, you knew how he made his survival?

And each of you are made cause of different kids mothers.

Hustlers of this trade seek and find wolves.
Who comes into his world seeking to be love?

Now, he's serving time.
And deeply in need of you now.
Do you stay loyal?
Or decides to put him down?

Blame not all wrongs upon him.
Cause you played apart too.
For money is a evil of attraction that makes us all fools.

I never been in the shoes of a woman that been sexually attacked.
And in some way feeling a shame for something she didn't do.
Afraid to report it.
Hiding in fear afraid the attacker might reappear.
But don't enable him by covering for him.
For another victim will obviously be confronted by him.

Report him.
Keep the pressure on.
For fear lies within him more.
Cause he's the one looking more over his shoulder.

Report him.
Keep him being weak.
For ****** hardly ever like to speak.
They more prone to intimidate.
Until that victim comes from the shadow to face him.

Than he's crying about his innocence.

Let him go through drama like he put you through.
Don't enable him in the least.
Let him have to face his justice date.

Where he must face you face ?
Let your healing begins when he find his fate in others hands.
For we all know a ****** can be describe as a true man.