Every day seems like a year
When you aren't around.
Every second my heart hurts more.

My mind tears itself apart
In its own confusion every time
My thoughts come back to it all.

I seem to go numb with each day
Each hour seems to take less time
As time goes by like a routine.

My heart aches for some reason
That I can't comprehend anymore
When I think about my past.

Every ****** day hurts as time passes
My present turns to the past.
The future turns to the present.

And still, nothing makes any more sense
Than it ever has in the past.
What am I supposed to do

I am lost in my own thoughts anymore
And I can't seem to get my self away
Back to my present. To where I Belong.

A broken and torn heart,
Has no understanding of what its like
To live with someone.

A broken heart only knows pain
A pain so intolerable that every second
Seems like ten years have gone by.

A confused heart has no idea
What it is like to live with or without
Someone of dear importance.

A confused heart doesn't know
Who to like, or who to dislike.
A confused heart knows only itself.

A happy heart knows how to live.
It knows how to love,
Who to love, and when.

A happy heart knows where it belongs
In life and in spirit.
But it is oblivious to the ones who love it.

Each one of them has their misgivings,
And their own good givings.
Do you know how your heart stands?

Twisting, playful Wind,
Skipping around me with a joyous feel
Caressing my skin in a way that
Only Wind can.

Dancing, blazing Fire
Burning bright like a star
Warming my heart in the way
Which only Fire can.

Flowing, shifting Water
Guarding and protecting me
Surrounding me in comfort
That only Water can.

Solid, everlasting Earth
Steadying and supporting me
Giving me a basis as
Only Earth can.

Serene, peacful Spirit
Calming and securing me
Removing any fears
As only Spirit can.

These are the five elements
That support and aid me in my struggles.
I call upon thee now,
Come to my aid yet again.

Darkness flows across the sky like the grim reaper, Stars burning bright, to tear into your heart like a scythe. One orange eyes touches the sky, while one white eye touches the other edge of the sky. Hands clench around my heart as i gaze to the sky, feeling the pressure of my own emotions trying to pour out, Trapped within my body. How do you let them go, to let them soar across such a sight? it is almost impossible to say. But you have to, to let yourself think with an open heart, and not one hidden and manipulated by everything and everyone around you. I let those emotions go, calming myself to the world, and scream above, challenging the world to bring everything it has against my strong heart.

I Look to the night sky,
So bridled with stars,
And full of life.

My heart aches from words,
Spoken by my own lips,
And those of others.

I shiver as a cold breeze,
Flows along the earth,
Caressing my bare chest.

The clear night offers comfort,
And yet, I still falter.
More words reach my ears.

Each passing second is like,
Another day passing by,
Subtle as the wind.

The beautiful moon,
Shining bright and whole,
Calms my heart in her serenity.

And I realize then,
That everything happens for a reason
And who can stop it?

Abandon all hope,
As blood rains in the night sky.
Every second passing by,
Relents to the sound of the sword,
Tearing through skin and bone.

The crunch of a mace, shattering a skull,
The ******, half-hearted screams,
Of a man missing his throat.
All of it sends a chill down my spine.
The glorious battle raging around me,
Fills my senses.

A man torn in half by a ballista,
Organs and blood spraying all over his comrades.
Screams of terror, and rage, filling the air.
A whistling sword distracts my thoughts,
And a rage filled cry fills the air as i rip my enemies heart out,
Staring in wonder at the way it fits in my hand.

Blood lust fills me as I move forward,
Tearing the heads, limbs and anything that
I could get my hands on.
Ruining each man as I pass.

The Glorious moon fills the sky,
As if she is watching us, proud at our ferocity.
Blood drips from my body like I just stepped
From a river, or a lake.
The taste of it touches my tongue,
Sending me into a deeper rage.
No sword seems to rip my life from me.

And yet i tear the blood from my enemies
Like i was using magic.
A pool forms around my feet, slowly beginning to turn into more of a stream
Filling the land around me.
The snap of bones fill the air as each body
Complains of the torture it is feeling.

What a painful life, a warrior lives.
To fight and die for what they defend
But why do I care?
I simply live to ****. It is who I am.
Let my sword cleave you into ****** pieces,
Whilst my hands tear through the body of your ally,
So that I may serve my true master.
Death.

Lifes a *****
Like a slap in the face
We stand with clinched fists
Against the tied
Against the wind

We will not conform
You can't change opinions
You cant touch the mind

Like psychopaths we live lies
We fight the way life attacks us.
There may be paths that others choose
But we pick our own path

How can we go with the flow
Why bother
Go against the flow
And be that which you want
Life needs to get her own life