In the lingering fog,
the devil draws near...

With the sounds of the night,
we learn our fears...

From the moment I feel,
the cut of a knife...

As my blood is then spilled,
a coldness comes into my life...

My time draws near,
I can now see the light...

What was once my life,
has been taking by the knife..

As I grasp my last breath,
before I can die....

The life of evil,
has taken my life...

I often asked my self
What's my dream and ambition
I realized the older I become
I started to lose them one by one
Until i have none.  

Standing in my shoes
Watching others playing their part
Each of them has their role to play
While I enjoyed watching theirs
I forgot mine.

All of the tools are there
Utilize them wisely
Just spread those wings and fly
Apply yourself accordingly
You can do it
Never settle for less
Put your heart into everything
And do your best

Sometimes at night

asleep by the firelight

I dream about them

how they died

some are singing

and others saying what

they no longer see

walking fencelines

limping as if in pain

some of them handsome

and some mysterious

silent but not

for long they tell you

men scarcely know

how beautiful fire is

and old stories

they can't remember

unless you can

still look them in the eye.