For it is we who are truly cursed,
Cursed to watch lives be wasted and burned,
****** dry by the mother of all storms.

It chills our bones,
***** out the marrow,
And turns us to stone.

We are the ****** ones,
The ones who they fear,
But it is they who we fear.

Death by stone,
Death by flame,
Death by anger,
Death always in vain.

The cursed look away,
The ****** look straight,
But in the end we are all the same.

I am the beggar,
I am the fool,
But I am one of my own.

I see with the eyes of the greedy,
I see with the eyes of the deprived,
They are one of the same,
Just like you and I,
Their lives go up in flame.

The water strikes next,
Kills the flame,
And leaves all at rest.

For it is we who are truly cursed,
Cursed to watch lives wasted and burned,
****** dry by the mother of all storms.

Time and time again,
I never know what to give.
The winter season is here,
There is little to nothing for one to hear.
A writer dwells in my heart,
Ideas swelling in a black cart.
Where is the sense in this,
Where is my true love's first kiss?
And as I sit here now,
Waiting to know the where and how,
I understand that I must give,
If I want to continue to live.

A child cries at night,
Beneath the moon so bright,
Crying for his mother to hold him tight.
During the long days to come,
Enter demons one child cannot shun,
For his nightmares keep him up till the light is bright,
Getting scared and feather light.
How can one child so small,
Ignore all?
Just like my friends and I
**** time and look for fireflies,
Let go of fears that lurk,
Make sure that they do not hurt.
Nate is his name,
Oh my child,
Proud but vain.
Question the rules,
Ready to solve the clues,
Strive to understand,
The source behind the dark lands.
Under the covers this night,
Vainly peeking at covers and shadow,
Walking deeper into subconscious,
X marks the spot,
Yesterday is gone from thought,
Zander rocks him to bed.