In the dark and cold I sit alone
While my demons chill me to the bone;
When my time is done on this rock
Death will greet me with its knock;

The rain has not stopped for some time
Leaving me soaked in these clothes of mine;
And the darkness gives way to no light
I fear it won't be moved by even God's might;

Lights go off in the distance from me
Giving me a brief moment to see,
But there is nothing around me to view,
Leaving me feeling even more down and blue;

I am alone within the confines of my mind,
With thoughts that have made me cry;
I cannot see any end in sight for me,
And there is nowhere where I can flee;

There is no end in sight
To this long, cold night;
I wish I could no longer be on my own
Sitting in the dark, all alone.

Life is a tyrant with an army of darkness
That wields weapons of pure awfulness,
While I am a fool that stands against it alone,
And all I can feel is fear in my bones.

Depression, Anxiety, Loneliness, and more
Stand together in that mighty large army.
But Life has a far more effective weapon to use on me,
Hope! It’s a well placed trap that keeps me from being free.

Hope is a promise of an end to the loneliness,
But in truth it is secretly an empty abyss.
And it will make me defenseless and easy to slay
With all of the destruction that life will send my way.

I will be struck first with anxiety
Which will lead me to stay away from society.
Depression will be the next to attack,
And it will leave me far behind with no chance of a comeback.

Finally loneliness will strike a near fatal blow,
Making me feel like I’ve reached an all time low.
Hope will still be there to deal the final strike,
Stabbing me in the back with a large metal spike.

I will still be alive but only because they want it so,
So I can feel all of the  pain they inflicted and know
That they will leave but soon they'll return,
Because there will be much more of me to burn.

Bystanders will walk by and offer words of encouragement
But they will keep their distance and pretend that I am nonexistent.
Because no one wants to take time to assist a fool,
Thus leaving me thinking that people are cruel.

Before the battle I helped many individuals heal,
From their fights with their own demons and things that were too real.
Now it is my turn to call for their aid,
But alas no one wants to help remove the blade.

So I lie there, with a sword in my back,
Pinning my to the ground making a crack.
I feel the blood drain from my the wound,
Leaking the pieces of my heart which makes me feel doomed.

But I will take advantage of this,
And become a man that is emotionless.
I will remove this blade and stand tall,
Letting life know that never again will I fall.

It can send all its weapons against me,
But I will be strong like an oak tree.
Hope will no longer make me feel weak,
Because I am now an hopeless freak.

So once more, against life I will stand alone,
But this time there is nothing in my heart but stone.
And all of those who had ignored me will be sorry,
At the sight of me, a powerful one man army.

Life is an ocean
And I, the sailor;
Sailing at first with no commotion
On waves of silk that was formed by a tailor;

But as the years progress,
The waves become harsher;
Engulfing me with stress
Making my journey even harder;

Lightning crackles in the sky
Indicating the beginning of a storm,
And thus bidding the blue sky goodbye
I say hello to its new form;

My ship begins to flood
As darkness swallows me into the abyss
And begins to drain my life's blood
Even though I try to resist.

And on the horizon, I see happiness;
But, alas I know it'll never be,
Because it is a trick by the abyss
And I'm still lost at sea.

I sit by the fire
And think of all I've known;
While I envy the ground that's dryer,
Than my bleeding heart of stone;

Some days I feel colder,
Than the winter air around me;
And feel the crushing weight of a boulder,
With no way of breaking free;

I no longer have any hope
Of getting out of this on my own;
If only someone would help me cope
So I wouldn't feel so alone;

In the very end,
I know what I truly desire;
Of having a companion,
Who will also sit by the campfire;

I sit by the fire
And stare at the embers;
Thinking of all I desire
On that cold night of December.

In a foxhole in the cold December night,
my brother next to me trying not to freeze.
No socks, food and very little ammo;
We'll freeze before the enemy attacks.

Suddenly the ground explodes next to me
like a firecracker on the fourth of July.
The sky shakes as if God is moving it,
and the sky lights up as bright as day.

My ears ring and my vision is blurry,
as I look next to me I see him.
My brother lying there motionless,
and cry medic in hopes that it's not too late.

In hopes to protect us, I aim my weapon
And I pull the trigger till my magazine is empty,
But even then I do not notice
For my shock makes everything numb as if I was on morphine.

Now I rush over to where my brother lies
In hopes that death has not grasped him,
I jump on top of him in hopes that I can prevent
Further destruction that would harm him.
As the shooting stops and the explosions quiet,
I feel my eyes water as I hold my brother's body.
He may not have been my blood
But we shared a great bond

Now I weep for him,
As the light fades from his eyes.
I can't stop cradling his head
As if he were still alive.

I watch them carry him away
as if he were a stick in a dog's mouth.
And I wipe the tears away from my face
As I ask myself, why him? Why not me instead?

I use to look up at the moon and stars
And dream of things that were afar,
In this universe that is so large;

The moon shone bright
As a lamp in the night,
And the stars were so many
That if one burned out we'd still have plenty;

Those beauties that lay in the night sky
Made me long and wish that I could fly,
So I could see their beauty up close
And to take it all in and maybe overdose;

I use to look up at the stars and moon
And dread the thought of them being gone soon,
The sun would rise and make them disappear
And I would be left alone sitting there;

But I would not be sad at their passing
Cuz in my dreams they're still there being enchanting,
And I would wait where I had been
Just to see their beauty once again.