I will not stand for the absence.
The fight for survival in my own skin,
Sown onto me, like some wasted fabric.
Nailed to my bones like the child of God.

For someone so alone and so strong,
It gets tiring to hear the same song.
The anthem of nothing.
The joy of relief.

When the pain is gone,
An even worse enemy steps to the stage.
His enemy is love.
He goes by the name, rage.

Til death and fire do us part,
No one will feel your broken heart.
An injustice of passion and cruelty,
Brought my body and my mind to mutiny.

Open your eyes
If they are still there.
Hear my last cries,
Your name, I must bear.
Tides of regret sweep over me.
The small things are what sets me free
From the chains of thy agony.
For we, my one and only, were birds of different feathers.

Fall into arms
Of lies and glass.
Do me no harms.
Your test I pass.
The corridors haunt my every thought.
Do you think of the pain you have brought,
And how your words brought my soul to rot?
It wasn’t your voice that broke the silence, it was the lack of it.

I sing and I write
Til my thoughts turn white.
And the fissure of true, blazing heat,
Has only you, who it has to meet.

These new nights,
Overshadowed by lights,
Are plagued by my thoughts,
My memories hitting me like gunshots.

Wrapped in the heaven of sheet and cloth,
With the flapping of the most distant moth,
I lay, buried, safe.
Avoiding the mental strafe.

Come unto me, broken god,
Who my heart so often ****.
To new lengths and troubles,
Where dark thoughts come, in doubles.

To the sleeping fear from deep within,
I no longer fear your foul grin.
And to the monster with starts in her eyes,
Go forth, free, unchained from the skies.

Dog.
There hasn’t been and never will be anyone like you.
You always seemed so broken, a glassless mirror.
No matter how odd, I still looked into you.

Where you saw tragedy, I saw potential.
Where there was pain, I saw gain.
Words do you little justice,
For what we did, cannot be spoken.

It is true that my lines were too fierce,
That your mind was not oiled enough.
However the joy of inadequacy made it, unique
Or so we thought.

Nights came and went, with your screams at my doorstep.
The illusion of peace was no more, an echo.
You hid and you hit where you could,
This proved to do little good.

If you see me now,
Would you thank or attack me?
I must ask you how,
How were you able to set yourself free?

To me, what you did
An ancient feeling forbid.
You stole the one thing,
The one song I was afraid to sing.

What you did to me was
Against so many laws,
My own and yours,
Despite all the lost wars.

My field is now barren
With you, its baron.
Scorched earth hails your name.
I never expected to lose the game.

For fire was my witness,
I was alive and fearless.
Neither God nor glory
Would stop this story.

Some clock is always ticking,
Like my heart, constantly kicking.
Its own sound is hard to hear,
For it hasn’t an ear.

My walls are thin, trust me.
You will hear my plea.
For the one thing I can never get back,
My heart, which has gone cold, black.

Make me a crown of silver and blood,
Before I drown in the shifting mud.
Now when my peace has broken into two,
I can still see you.

What would your hollow heart think of this?
Would your lips move in for a kiss?
Our would you stand your ground,
While I kneel, finally, a King, crowned.

This tragedy of success,
Anarchy and stress,
Culminated into one final act,
One final blow, an unavoidable impact.

My limbs are tensed, chained to the floor,
With my greatest enemy knocking on the door.
As soon as I break free, limitless power awaits.
I will rise, as the universe opens its gates!

In this land of fair and free,
Lived those crossed into three.
Men, women, children and more,
Who were different, but alike in the core.

Decades pass, still tensions rise.
A land cannot contain a people of this size.
War tore it once, twice, more times than I can count,
It’s a ridiculous amount!

From fire born in our hearts
We can unite through the arts.
Instead of teaching our sons how to fire guns,
We can teach them how to be sons.

The coldest of winters cannot separate us anymore.
I swear this, there won’t be another war!
This is our time, the time for the young to beat the old,
Who, our heritage, sold,
Whose hearts turned cold.