So sick of being collateral damage.
For once I would like to be important enough to be the true target.

When the last of leaves fall from the tree,
And hope now holds but eternity,
And the sullen past lays down it's head,
And nothingness follows in it's stead,
Will any visions still come to thee,
Be it through a haze? or clarity?
Regret of words ( once said or not said?)
Make haste! For pride won't pardon the dead.

I'm not quite dead yet,
But the vultures couldn't wait.
They came very early on;
The water came too late.

But the tearing of my flesh
It keeps me lucid for now
I've no strength to struggle
And thats a liberty somehow.

The world...you see
Was too much for me
I had to lay
In half decay
For it to let me be.

So many fleeting ideas
Came and went
But I waited.
For that one moment
That one redefining moment
That would change everything
And it did.
And still I just waited
And the moment passed.

My advice to anyone reading this:
When your moment comes,
When your heart is screaming "take a shot!"
Take the shot.
Do not wait.
That moment will not come again.

They say nothing is impossible
But that sounds so silly to me
Ashes just can't be re-formed
Back to a mighty tree.

I make a being out of hope
To act for me; to apprehend.
Return to me the love I lost
And destroy the tragic end.

For without his breath again by mine;
And that hand that fit so well;
The soul that matched my very own;
That caused Life itself to swell;

There would be no need to carry on
Day after day to just get older
So I make a being out of hope
And dress him as a soldier.

A gaping chasm
Vacuuming in the air
It hurts.
My heart.