Look at him.
Running around in my dreams
like he owns the place.

Sometimes I don't know if people really want to help me or if they are just curious about my life.

So many calling out for blood
who have never tasted it.
I have tasted it. It is bitter.
It smells like copper
and tastes like doom.
If they shed it, it won't wash off.
And they will never be innocent
again. If they hire others to shed it,
in their secret hearts they
will forever be ashamed
and the word coward
will  always whisper
in their ears.

As it should.

  ~mce

The fires are burning
Sending them to their deaths
Smoke and ashes swirling
Their maker has been met

We are all just running
Until we can no more
Because our time is coming
Behind us is just gore

I'm the only one now
And I know I am next
But I will not allow
Them all of my respect

Somehow I have made it
The ending is now near
With the past behind me
I'm getting out of here