As it is hard to tell you how I feel
I'll tell you through closed lips
That I took a vow of silence
To prevent both mine and your embarrassment

Wanna know what I don't get?
I don't get mind-games based off of cruelty
Like, when two poems share one line
That being the only similarity.

Oh, and just because I dated this other poet
Doesn't mean I took her poetry
I didn't scam, take hers, make it my own
You obviously don't see clearly

So blinded by your little "mind games?"
"You're too predictable", she says?
Predict how long until I'm beyond reasoning
For you seem to have lost yours, when you have fun
Ruining another's days.

Thought we had potential friendship
But **** that, ***** you!
If you enjoy evoking anger for fun and games,
Then I want nothing to do with you

Mistress Misery,
You remind me of many things
Of things such as an aching, thudding heart
Of lost marriage rings

Of rainfall
During a bleak, cloudy day
Pattering a tune of blues
With a black cat lurking, a homeless stray

Of slow-played violins
Strumming across many a sad note
Of pointless lives, causing crushing depression
To which many a person does devote

Of abandoned houses, of creaking floorboards
Of dust, cobwebs and failing light
Of storm thundering whilst the moon is up
A desolate, cold, wet and empty street in the midst of night.

Mistress Misery,
You remind me of darker times in life
It's just in your nature
To show the dark, to show the afterlife

When mysteries
Are your certainty
And your mind is
Asking, "dance with me"

And you cannot refuse,
For your mind is a bomb impossible to defuse
Ready to blow, at any time
Structured off of rhythm, routine and rhyme.

Whilst thoughts may be logical
Emotions are not practical
And confusion results from
Your bone-encased bomb

I'm still trying to decipher
My emotions, but why even bother?
As long as I am true to heart
The Mystery of the Mind will never tear me apart.

What if the feeling of satisfaction
Is merely an ignorant distraction
From the harsh realities of our planet
Where chaos draws humans like a magnet?

I was walking along the sidewalk,
Near the shop windows, head down, empty minded.
A little face caught my eye,
At first I thought he looked on only in curiosity

But after a second glance, realised he
Was, in fact, in misery.

I force a smile upon my face
Crouch down to his level, mouthed
"Are you alright?"
From the other side of the Barbers window
A shake of the head, long hair whipping his face

"Help" he mouthed back
Tears sprung to his eyes
"I barely know you" I mouth back
"How can I help?"

"Get me out of here", his lips form back.
And a tear finally spilt from his eyelid.
"I already trust you".

"You don't know me",
Why do you want to leave"?

He ***** back his finger and mimes shooting himself.
"They are going to **** me".

I sit back on my haunches, thinking: You're kidding me.

His eyes deny my doubts, defy them with honesty.
His tears fall genuine, not like those of a crocodile
His face is framed by innocent light
His body shadowed, out of sight.

"Life is tough, kid", I barely manage to say
"That's a lesson you gotta learn.
I mean, how can I help you
When I can barely help myself?"

"My emotions are like a storm
My attitude, my mood, like dual personalities
I care for my ex, and have a kaleidoscope of feelings
For two different girls: one of light, one of dark
I feel guilty all the time
For they aren't in my control
And I have to decide one over the other
And yet one already knows!"

"I wish I could help you kid,
Save you from your inevitable doom
But I myself am no miracle
So tell me:
How can I help you?"

Memories,
Like ashes
Scatter on the wind
As fire flashes

Embers rise,
On blackening smoke
Then die down
Once water has woke

Memories,
Like the light of day
Once bright,
Then fades away

Leaving streaks of light
During sunset
As the moon rises
On a wave of regret

Memories
Both bitter and sweet
Make time go past
In your mind's retreat.

Kicking dust
The colour of rust
Clouding air like anger clouds trust

Swirling in the air
Free as it may dare
Intoxicating in simplicity, like love and what is fair

When loved ones are left behind,
Yet you have a feeling that can only be defined
As a brotherly care, for the girl I once had
As we are now friends, and for that I am glad

The breaking up with her
Broke my own heart
I was afraid
That for good we would part

Yet she felt the same way,
And we agreed to be friends
In a brother-and-sisterly way, you understand
And that is how my today began.

Hidden agenda- Secrets form a bond between two.
They allow each other to trust.
They let us see what is really important,
As well as let us see beyond the crust.

The softness and sweetness within.
The true and raw inner emotions.
The personality and the behaviour.
To taste their cure and their potions.

Conor Blatchford   Trust is warranted for those who deserve,
Keeping others secrets can cause me to burn
I hate when I'm trusted with something I can't keep
In fact it causes me to lose sleep

"Why do we go to war,
Dad? What is there to fight for?
Why is there blood on the ground,
Dad? What is that ugly sound?"

"Dad, why do people hate so much?
And **** each other with bombs and such
Rifles raised and triggers pulled
Bared canine teeth, throats mauled?"

"Why is the tenth leading cause of death in America suicide?
Is a reason to live so **** hard to find?
When tormentors hate
And chance becomes fate
Yet chance wants you to leave it all behind?"

"Why are humans so greedy Dad?
The thought of money makes me mad
Why must we be paid to live a useful life?
When it doesn't matter anyway, because the robber has a knife?"

"Why must we endure such hardships as death,
When one steals another's breath?
The click of the trigger, the bark of the gun
Another one dead, hope you had fun?"

"How is grieving for a loved one
With a bullet in his head, sent forth from a gun
Any way to **** time
Whilst the killer lives on, breathing just fine?"

"I don't get how humanity lives like this
Where killing each other is because we're all misfits
All different, therefore you must die
And join those fluffy clouds up in the sky"

When stress and tension are so high,
That you believe your stomach holds the weight of the sky,
Beat up a black, swinging punching bag
And leave your tensions behind to mangle, dangle and drag

Unleash the power bestowed within,
You may find doing so also unleashes a grin
Wild, almost psychotic, off-the-hook
The kind that makes passers-by turn and look

Hook, uppercut, jab and straight,
Doesn't matter which, leave that to fate
And put the sky back where it belongs
Out of your chest, because it fits wrong

What do you do
When a loved one lives in suffering?
What do you do
When every sentence spoken starts with, "Unfortunately..."?

What do you do
When you see an endless void of pain
By looking through their eyes
Where logic and reasoning lay slain?

What do you do
When you cannot calm the storm?
And have no other option
But to pray that new hope is born?

What do you do
When you want to stand, take action,
But can't?
Feeling so hopeless
As you watch your only one
Struggle to advance?

Hugs and kisses don't alleviate the pain
Logic and reasoning have been slain
Helplessness is your only reaction,
To the inability to take helpful action

What do you do
When you are afraid to lose
The only person who truly gets you?

The only girl you've ever had,
Needed, wanted, been with
From the start thinking
That the end is just a myth?

I love her with all my heart,
I hope she reads this and understands
Why I feel as though I'm falling apart
As though I'm stranded in a ravaged land

Trying to resist
The chains suppressing me
Pulling tight, steel bites
Preventing the instinct to flee

So I fight
Throw a punch, skip right
Not dodging enough hits
Peer pressure, my death?
Well, it fits

Imagine
The starving cries
Of those who will surely die
Hollow stomachs left unsatisfied

Imagine
The soldier who fights on
Remains strong
Until he passes his final breath
Safe within the embrace of death

Imagine
The kids on the street
Heads hung low in defeat
As they struggle to eat and sleep

Imagine
The slaves that work
Who just want to go bezerk
But haven't the energy after slaving in the desert

Imagine
A happier world, a better place
Where it isn't shameful to be of the human race
Where our own species isn't cast away in disgrace

Imagine
A place where freedom isn't longed for,
But had.
Imagine orphans no longer being orphans
Safe with their mum and their dad

Imagine
A world where our mistakes are erased
A world where we have a clean slate
A fresh start, served on a silver plate
Where greed and obsession never decided your fate.

Imagine a world where everyone belonged
Imagine a world where no-one had been wronged

Slowly rotting away,
Piece by piece
Bones left to be picked at,
Festering meat; a scavengers feast

Go ahead and eat me
See if I give a f*
At this point in time
Killing me would be my best luck

Hollow, empty
Devoid of emotion
Unsure as to who I am
No cure, no potion

Mimic the cries
Of our endless lies
Hoping to fit in,
To belong, feel security within

But it scares me,
As I'm sure you can see

I want to be myself
All I need is help
To bring out who I really am
And hope that, socially, this isn't my end

I feel so lost,
So totally unlike what
Everyone expects of me
And what I expect of myself, the whole lot

I look inside myself
And all I see is utter blackness
Not because I am a demon,
But my actions have caused darkness

I didn't believe in myself
I wanted to be someone else
Everything I ever did
Was based off of not being the "weird kid"

The one with the buck-teeth,
That "Aspy", abnormal boy
I wanted to be part of a group
Not a bullies favourite toy

But I also wanted to do what I like,
Talk of dinosaurs, aerodynamics and castles
Not to be just another
Fashion, gaming and acting apostle

Guess that didn't work out so well, now did it?
Because I don't know which parts of me
Are the real me, not the "fitting" in me
That is something I cannot see clearly

I just want to be myself
Not a creation moulded by society
But I don't exactly have a choice now, do I?
I must face the humility.

Walking down
This empty street
Crushing leaves
Like memories
Unwanted, unneeded,
Relentless and unheeded
As I decide
My worst memories must hide
Or stay and die,
Sneering, snarling, wishing to defy
The Law of the Master
Wishing to prevent disaster

So slowly does the guilty walk
When memories, like predators, stalk
Lurking in dark alleyways
Of the moonlit city of brainwaves

Crushing leaves
Like memories
Unwanted, unneeded,
Relentlessly unheeded

I was crying out for help,
As those I loved died all around
The sounds of slashing and blood spurting
Are two of the most torturous sounds

I was looking frantically around for a while,
Looking for a way out
But no matter how hard I looked,
All exits became closed with doubt

I tried fighting solo,
But no man is an island
He may want to stand alone, the Gunslinger,
But he can't fight up a highland

So I finally gave up
I was drowning in the blood of helplessness
My revolvers had been completely destroyed
Leaving this Gunslinger defenceless

But a hand reached down through the gore,
And pulled me out of that sea
And when the problem was dealt with,
"Visionary, I thank thee".

What is life?

Is it the care and compassion
Of a select few?
Or the whiplashing torment
Of those who hate you?

The cave that is my mind,
Quite unique, not hard to find
In the quiet, shifting gloom
Where leaves rustle and mushrooms bloom

Enter it, and the walls glow faintly,
Here time never runs out, it lasts indefinitely
See that light at the back of the cave?
It's actually a rather accommodating escape

Pass through the vines that grow thick and hang low,
From high above, a silvery glow
That sets the dew on the grass sparkling
A beautiful moth perched, it's perfection startling

Flowers of faint colours grow in the ground,
Of this hidden retreat, rarely found
Where all the best things I do keep
Within my mind's haven, it is easy to sleep

I wanna kick and scream
Tear down all the walls
Rip deep fingernail grooves
Up and down the halls

I wanna stick my fist through a wall
Punch and kick and slap
One thing I know from this for sure:
Secrets are a death trap

Drowning in a sea
Of Uncertainty,
Impaled on the rocks
Of Revenge

Burning in a fire
Of Hatred,
Death points his finger,
"This is where you meet your end".

With nowhere to run,
And nowhere to hide,
The bitter truth eats away
At my insides.

Trapped in a cage,
Lock hid away
Clock ticking down,
Day after day

I'm quite like a bomb,
Ready to blow
When time runs out,
Then time will seem to slow

Boom

Sometimes
I beatbox just to clear my mind

Sometimes
I clear my memory to leave it all behind

Sometimes
I sing because I'm feeling good

Sometimes
I do what everyone should

I always
Help out my friends when they are in need

I always
Stay with my friends, the faithful steed

I always
Make memories that will last forever

I always
Cherish the good times we have had together

I love
My girlfriend,
My friends and family
Until the end,
Until the death of me.

I gotta feelin' in my chest and it burns right here,
Coz' I hold you so close that I'm always filled with fear
That sometime, you'll just disappear
Into the night,
After tellin me everything'll be alright

I always worry about you,
Because without you
God only knows what I would do

I wanna make some memories together,
The sort that makes time seem to stretch forever
And if there's one thing I ain't never
Believe
It's that there's another sort of you out there
For me

Reality can try and deceive
Making me wish that I just wanna leave
But you know how I am at heart
I'm so close to you that I won't ever part

But as optimistic as I am
I know this can't last forever
And I'll have heartbroken memories
Of our happy times together

But until then,
I'm here until the end
And just for you
I will fight and I will defend

Mi amas vin

I may not be positive,
But I'm not exactly negative

To Speak of the Future....

Conor Blatchford:
The future isn't clear,
Don't assume failure is near
For the future is uncertain
So to speak, an Iron Curtain

Hidden agenda:
The question was 'To be or not to be?'
Even Shakespeare had a glimpse of doubt ,
For when he wrote a word of sea,
He always found a way to swim out.

So me calling myself a failure is a premonition,
On a future event so far in the distance,
That if I did succeed it would be a mere addition.
To lose is to win in such a cruel existence.

Example if your claiming victory,
Should you achieve it , you may bask in glory.
Yet if you don't achieve it, you have failed.
Then that would have been ship set sailed.

Conor Blatchford:
Ship set sailed it may be,
But failure remains unclear to see
No matter how hard ones tries,
Future sight-seeing is usually lies

Usually

Hidden agenda:
The green light is dimming and the orgastic future is gone,
Yet I still stretch my arms and carry on.
Simple as is , I know a failure to be made,
But I'm still working in hopes of getting paid.

Conor Blatchford:
Failure is always destined to be,
Yet mostly
Impossible to see

You wish to be paid from your mistake?
The only thing failure can rake
Is misery; emotion's most deadly snake

A snake with fangs
That does bite
Whence you give in
To this devilish sprite

You will lose
All you had
And never gain
What you desire so bad

If failure is certain,
Then so to is victory
Yet both continually
Elude me
This is the future
That I think I see

I spent a long time
Looking over my shoulder
To see if I would be crushed
By the world's largest boulder

I spent a long time hiding
From what will always find you
Trying to block it all out
Trying to evade the truth

I am weary of always having to
Check my back
To make sure I'm not ambushed,
That I don't fall into a trap

A trap of re-enacting
The mistakes of my past
Because if I bring them back again
I'm sure to breathe my last.

I'm tired of being paranoid,
I could no longer care less if I fell into the void
As long as I don't drag anyone else down
I'm quite willing to drown.

So long as those I love,
Stay alive
And forget who I was
So they can't be tempted
To make the same dive.

I will die for my friends,
**** for them too
They may not want to see me go
But what are they going to do?

I cannot stand back at all
And watch them suffer from cruelty
I know what I am doing is right
Releasing said angel within me

I hate being so wary
Of the world that I am in
I hate the faces of the sinners
Their devilish little grin

So check my back, will you?
For I care not enough to turn
I may smell nothing but smoke
But I no longer care, the world can burn

Hey
I see
You discovered perfection
In the words that
You write. Did I not
Tell you so? Perfection exists within
Anything and everything. You just need to
Look hard, and search deep, to find the
Secret we all keep. Search until the end of time,
And you will find the perfect rhyme. For you, the
One and Only. You know who you really are.
Yeah, you, You, the one with the
Hidden Agenda

I'm constantly tormented
By the people who I've come to hate
I wish I didn't have so many hostiles
But I know my wish is too late

I don't know what I did
To deserve such negative attention
There are so many.....
It's like a Bullies Convention

I just want to get by
And go on with my life
But no matter what it is I do
Someone always wants to cause strife

Like one time, a kid thought
I had a "*****" over a teacher
And the amount of times he said it
Almost convinced me he was a preacher

One day I'd had enough
Decided that he wasn't so tough
"Go on, say it again"
I dared him
"You had a *****" and that was it
I snatched my pen off my desk
Called him over and stabbed his chest.

He pulled out his Ipod charger
And whipped me with the cord
I stabbed him once again
My stationery, my sword

But Justice didn't win
For it never does
He kept up his stupid act
The sight of him gave me an adrenaline buzz

I was half hopeful I'd get another shot
To crash his act, make his friends leave him to rot
But before I got another chance
He dropped out and my confidence began to advance

I now know how to fight
But I promised to never act irrationally
This promise that I keep
May just be
The death of me.

Yet the torment continues,
I've given up on threats
But I know what's happening behind the scenes
People are placing bets.

How long until I snap?
Well, I already have
I've put up with too much
Time for the good guy to turn bad

You tear apart your enemies
With Fangs of Steel
This unique weapon of yours
Defending your friends, is why you wield
Your weapon of fangs, your only shield

You rip out the hearts
Of those
Who appose
The ones close to your own heart

You hold those
Close to you
With the only thing you can do:
Protection, affection
In those Fangs of Steel

Humanity is more man than beast,
The exact opposite, for me, at least
I feel my inner darkness rage,
As it struggles to break the cage

I feel the sudden urge to destroy,
Unusual, for a young man, still a boy
Attending High School, with a girlfriend
The urge to make everything end

But as gentlemanly
As I can be
There lies a beast
Deep within me

Do you feel
The same way, too?
Or is it just
An anger issue?

Hidden agenda:
Thank you for following me .
My pseudonym is Li.
Feel free to message me anytime,
To refuse you would be a crime.
I am pretty much someone who is miserable.

Conor Blatchford:
What causes you
Your misery?
Is there anyway
You can be set free?

Hidden agenda:
Me just being me.
Only way i can be set free,
Is I am no longer who I was.

Conor Blatchford:
Talking to you like this
Amuses me so
I do believe
Our poetic answers will grow
Into a masterpiece
Of our talent
Speaking like so
A perfect balance

Hidden agenda:
A perfect balance?
Nothing is ever perfect.
A girl with many talents,
Constantly told she's a defect.

How can there ever be a balance?
When cowardism is valiance.
Heroes and honesty is incorrect.
When a socialite fails to connect.

Conor Blatchford:
You say nothing is ever perfect?
Our words in poems are
What they are about
Isn't perfect,
Not by far.

In chaos is balance
For balance rules all
Don't ever assume
That with imbalance you will fall

Hidden agenda:
Word in poems are relative.
The raven to an optimist,
Is more positive than negative.
The Telstra to an Optus.

The large and rich win,
The good are faces of sin.
The night lay await for stars,
While the stars spend on cars.

Speak of balance,
I'll show the negative outweighing,
Speak of union,
I'll show you utter absence.

Conor Blatchford:
We all sin for the good,
Or commit kindness out of devilish needs
So unobvious are we
When the Good do Devils Deeds

I do not find you a defect
For defection is an illusion
Of something far greater
Than a misplaced man's intrusion

You do not need to leave me
For i understand such pain
Humanity is give-and-take
One's loss, anothers gain

Hidden agenda:
Do what you must to succeed.
While you celebrate another bleed.
This is what Earth has become?
Soon enough trumpets and drum,
Will reign chaos and madness,
For how do we explain sadness?

Conor Blatchford:
Sadness is our deepest emotion
For this one, no cure, no potion
Yet it is natural, let it consume
And in your quiet darkness bloom
So when sadness finally does fade,
You'll be beautiful, many colours and shades

Hidden agenda:
Despair and sadness is our deepest emotion,
I agree with you but I despise the notion.
Let it eat you up, the monster will.
So consume past your fill,
Because behind sadness is a mask.
For some its an alcohol flask.

Conor Blatchford:
We are all monsters,
Are we not?
A bullet loaded
Into it's slot
The spin of the barrel,
The click of a trigger
Suicide or each other :
Which is quicker?
Sadness and Depression rule
The sickening truth; may cause one to fall
To the Demon that we have inside,
The inner killer we try to hide
It's a truth we can't deny
This sickness that we try to hide

And why?
Embrace who you are
For we are all all opposites
Of what we were supposed to be: a perfect angel, we failed it

So lay down the revolver
Give up on our affliction
Our sadness, jealousy,
Unneeded addiction

Hidden agenda:
At best all we can do is share the pain,
Celebrate our life and our death,
In a game of russian roulette.
Leave our minds to a permanent stain,
Which will result to our last breath.
Hands to fate and chance in set.

Are we all gentle giant,
Who stomp and destroy,
Over anyone defiant.
Or is there a different ploy?
After all we can't all be wearing disguise,
Some of us must go beyond and just rise.
To dream, to love, to see.
To feel and to cry with glee.

What I wanted to say: Alas, I agree with thee.

An Angel of Life,
Walks through the night
Bladed weapon and an offer
To leave it all behind

She came to me....
She came for me....

She looked into my eyes,
It was no surprise
That they were wide with fear
Coz' I didn't wanna die

She spoke to me....
She talked to me...

"Honestly who would care,
If you died?
You've got an inner demon
And he feasts on your insides"

She showed me....
She handed me....

Her bladed weapon,
A rather sharp knife
I was to draw it across my throat
And let my throat bleed out my life

She tempted me....
She tempted me....

I switched my grip,
And threw it away
"Maybe some day I'll die
But that day isn't today"

She looked at me....
And I realized...

She was testing me,
Tempting me,
To give up
My right to breathe

She was testing me,
Tempting me....

She was testing me,
Tempting me,
To give up
My right to breathe

Toying with me....
Playing with me....

She looked into my eyes,
And faded away
I know another day that
I will speak with her again

She freed me,
Released me.....
Sweet victory...
She tested me.....

An Angel of Life,
Walks through the night,
Bladed weapon and an offer
To leave it all behind

She tempted me....
Tested me....

My baby girl walked into the cold night, alone
Left a ****** trail for me to follow
I found her body, both wrists were slit
Her body was like ice, the pain was a hard hit

Her blood pooled all over the stone,
It did look tempting, to try and follow
But to do so is an eternal mistake
Suicide, the worst death on offer from fate.

The blood had now become a Blood Lake,
Coupled with my tears, yet it all felt fake
"How can any of this be real?"
Through my chest, a searing pain did rake

I open my eyes, and look at the roof
My chest heaves, my heart in pursuit
All of this because I'm afraid of
Losing you.
Without you, I don't know what
I would do.

I turn and look inside myself
And I enter a world of angels and demons
The light, and the dark,
And so I watch these ethereal visions

Variant: Angel    

The wind whips at my hair
As I stand in a deserted parking lot
With birdsong playing all around
Angels as doves, reminding me all is not lost

They circle high, and swoop down
I look up and my face is bathed in light
And am given the strength to push on
To succeed at life, to keep pressing the fight

I silently thank these angels from above
For allowing me
To find serenity
From the visions of a dove.

Variant: Demon

Surrounded by darkness,
Crows peck at my flesh
They steal the air from my lungs
And laugh as I suffocate without breath

They caw at me, laughing,
As I fail to live my life
Showing me my own torture weapons:
Scissors, razor, knife.

My scars rip open
And my blood comes gushing out
Yet it's not this that kills me
It's my mind being smothered by doubt

Epilogue:

I open my eyes
And think: torture or serenity?
Do I wish to feed my demons
Or release the angels stored within me?

Ask yourself this question,
Every time you make a decision
Will this choice drop me dead
Or keep my heart, pulsing, beating?

I was just walking home,
With my music in my ears
When I felt something odd
Something quite akin to fear

I turned and looked behind me
And my vision started to change
All I saw was darkness
Which to me seemed quite strange

In this darkness, a whisper of movement
I saw memories, both old and new
But I didn't see anything else
The darkness remained the same hue

But then I looked ahead
And everything I saw was bright
These things hadn't happened yet
But I almost teared up at the sight

I saw friends and family die,
But I saw them brought back to life

I saw arguments, hatred and tears
But I also saw victories, and cheers

I saw myself alone,
Writing poems by myself
I saw myself with friends
Doing this, then something else

Together to the end,
The definition of a friend
When I am left alone,
I cry out for them in sorrow

Then I returned to reality,
Shrugged my shoulders and just walked home
Because I understood what I saw
As I walked that road alone

There is no future in the past,
So put it all behind
Yet in the future there's always
Something new for you to find

Don't reflect on what you've done
Just live in the here and now,
And strive for the future
You'll be happy, this I vow.

I discovered all of this,
In just a few seconds of thought
Imagine what you could think
With the time that you so sought.

So, a bit about me
You wish to know?
It is through me
That the poetry does flow

I have not much control
Over the words that I write
But apparently
My poetry
Causes untold delight (insert sarcasm here)

I write about struggles
And victories, proud and strong
And the defeat of the weak-minded
(Not really, but play along)

I have my own small way,
In which to tell the world
About my not-well-known poetry
That glitters like an emerald
(It's called Facebook, and Hello Poetry)

Not all my poetry
Is humorous, full of fun
Most are dark and sorrowful
But I write until it's done

Now a bit of me
You now know
It is through me
That the poetry does flow

(It's like magic, isn't it?)

The boom of guns rolls through the hills,
And down the smoke-filled land
Aim and fire with precision,
That soldiers sleight of hand

The bullets fly,
The brave men die
Back at home, the families cry
This is the Price of War

The foolish rise from the trenches,
The wise, low to the ground
The one thing they have in common
Is they seek and end, what cannot be found

The bullets fly,
The soldiers die
Back at home, friends pray and cry
Why do we go to war?

Why must we take up arms,
And spill blood on our beloved land?
Pick up guns, shoot and run,
When we can unite, hand in hand?

It's not fair for the rest of us
Waiting for our soldiers to come home
And then get told the bad news,
That many won't come back at all

The bullets fly,
The brave men die,
The loss of kindred
Makes the kind-hearted cry

Why must we pay the Price of War
When we don't have to fight at all?

I don't wanna die
The constant danger that I defy
Lurking, elusive, sly
It tries to pass me by

So it can lay a trap ahead
One mistimed step and I'll be dead
My inner clock slowly winding down,
This pulsing presence, this unseen frown

Some sixth sense within,
Alerts me to the Devils grin
Won't ever let the darkness win,
Oh sixth sense, oh mi amas vin

I don't wanna die
'Till the end I'll always try
To walk this tightrope called life
And pray
It doesn't fray
As I scream for that wicked steel, that bloodied knife.