Tis a fickle and brittle thing,
Love.
To some it comes as easy as living,
Others find it impossible to even see.
For me...it's useless now.
I can no longer feel it.
I've searched for months.
But I never can find it again.
Maybe...just maybe...
I never found true love in the first place.

They were like fire.
Warm and comforting, yet dangerous and destructive.
The first lured me in with warmth I've never felt.
But as they say, "You play with fire, you get burned."
I got scorched instead.
The last, she was flickering, dying out. So I brought her back to life.
She warmed up and comforted me well.
Sadly she still flickered every once in a while.
But I turned back to the constant warmth of my true home.
I got scorched yet again, but the injury still hurts...


               I should've brought her in...

Peace and War. Order and Chaos...
Those coincide with one another, no matter the circumstance;
Never one without the other.
Such as humanity too.
Always at war with each other.
Fighting like small childeren.
No world or society is without it, incomplete without Chaos.
For Chaos provides the first step.
A step to go into Order.
Humanity will never advance father than it has.
True Peace and Order...we shall never achieve.

Death's Mockingbird
Hush little mortal don't say a word,
Death's gonna bring you a mockingbird.
And when that mockingbird won't sing,
Death's gonna bring you a diamond ring.
And when that diamond ring does break,
Death's gonna throw your body in the lake.
And when you can no longer breathe,
Then that cursed mockingbird will sing.
So hush little mortal don't say a word,
Death's on his way with your mockingbird.

He brings life at first sight
Peace roles through the waves
But if you look within
There the pain hides
If you come to close
You can’t breath
When he goes away
Well you die

I have made it my job to try and fix others mistakes.
To put the pieces back into place.
Yet the more I try, the more I destroy.
Relationships, emotions, trust.
All of it turns to ash when I try.
Why do I keep trying?
Is it hope? Desperation?
Maybe it's me lying to myself that I am good enough.
That I can help to put others back together
I just keep getting caught in a trap when I do something different.
Something selfish. Something I desire.
Maybe my desires mean nothing to the world...
Maybe...I'm not meant to fix it
Maybe I'm meant to be a slave to it

I was in the unknown
all alone
until you came along
saying I belong
showing me there was more than the gravestone
that I was not alone

all I felt was love
as you held me
I was souring above
I was free
it was true love
at least it was for me

still in the unknown
but no longer alone
until you left me alone
with nothing but the gravestone
I was one again alone
in the unknown

all I felt was pain
no one to hold me
held down by these chains
still no hate is in me
love remains
at least it does for me

in the unknown
one again all alone
because you came along
leaving me alone
showing me the power of the gravestone
that I was truly alone
in the unknown

all I feel is alone
I want to let go
go to the known
never felt this low
this is the end
at least it is for me...