When i see your face within the face of another
I'm left wondering
if it were really you trying to send me a message form the other side
I know thats strange
its just a feeling i get

Somewhere on a battlefield
A man lays hurt and dying
While a million miles away
A mother is somewhere crying

Just one more day in hell
Where someone gave his life
His children, without a father
A widow for his wife

Asked to serve his country
In a far and distant land
Giving all he had to give
Then, dying in the sand

Hero's are born and never made
Just doing what is right
And in his darkest hour
His fear becomes his light

To some he's just a number
Not knowing the things he's done
But to me he's much more than that
To me he's someone's son

my entrails seaping crimson blackness into my heart
Bitten by the rotting incisors you force into my flesh
My body seeking your gaping void
mere mortals describe as a mouth

Your dark hollow soul blackening Cutting my thin cold skin i let you in. Feeling our flesh merging in this torturing oneness,
Filling the cavities of endlessness.

i yearn to feel you feasting upon my clammy cold covering desiring for the essence of your inner being to take me whole devouring my crescent moon in undertones of a wild demonic frenzy

Extracting dark passion from your soul Staring into darkest nights of your mind's cavity.
Through your soul, a black gaping hole. Darklights seeping through my sanity.

searching for a searing flame
it matters not that my etheral love is a force from another plain
i can only believe in the feeling of you

Perpetual fear of being hurt long i went through.
This torturing love you wrung me through.

my cold dead heart lingers in a state of confusion
serving only to terrorize my mind
forever playing tricks on me
for a soul ive left behind

the grass was wet that night
it shimmers
beneath the soft glow
and a faint echo
from far across the field
calls out to me
reminds me of a poem

I cannot remember if I read it or heard it
all I know is that it is familiar
like the taste of water
a gust of oxygen
and the smell of night

the voices grew louder
something is in the orchard tonight

the creek still sleeps
so do the dogs
I grab my flashlight
headed towards the noise
under the wet hot night
even I still shiver

when I see the glow of eyes

When the mind never sleeps
the soul slowly departs the body
leaving an empty shell
where once a person dwelled