Pitter,Patter, the rain starts to drop.
While the water may fill up  the hole on the road,
it will never fill up the hole of one's heart.

The droplets trickling down his cheek
flows into the boys heart,

and while that may create a ripple,
it will never become his tears.

My solitude is;
my own sweet hell

Legends are told and gone forth, Praying to the Gods you don't believe in. Civilize goes onward with knowledge, But ignorance cause mistakes, is all it will take to go down in history


Blood will dry underneath their nails of malice
As the wind will rise up to fill up their insanity
Drowning deep in the sea of loathing,
They go down in history.

They breathe the name of their savior in the hour of need,
And taste the blame if the flavor should remind them of greed?
Chivalry stands beside the weakling.Turmoil will **** them, leading them down in history.