There once was a girl from Georgia,
And I liked her,
And she liked me,
But I broke her heart,
And it was simply…
Because I was afraid.

We were on a bus that day,
And sitting so closely,
Beautiful as can be…
Playing and laughing, showing magic and tricks,
Teenagers without a worry to say
Except for me,
Because I was afraid.

What do you do?
When your stuck in fear?
For me I lied,
To the one I held dear.
I told her this,
And the mood suddenly changed,
“I have a girlfriend back home,
For your magic she’ll be grinning ear to ear”
Because I was afraid.

I could see the pain,
Covered so slyly under that smile,
While underneath,
Her hear wrecked in facsimile,
Of the storm outside.
Because I was afraid.

It was new,
And it was happy,
And it was everything I wanted,
But I tore it down,
It was change,
It was something I wasn’t ready for,
It was something I didn’t understand…
And it could have been love.

But,
Because I was afraid…
No it wasn’t
And now…
It’s ironic I guess,
That I’m the one,
Who’s really heartbroken.

Loneliness is a common illness.
Yet I reside in it selfishly,
The White walls are all Black,
My mind fades oft to the back.

You made the attempt,
And I made the refuse,
Self-destruction my only attribute.
Pain my only friend.

I see death and hear it too,
It calls out to me in the form of the blues.
I am reaping what I have sown,
Soon, my soul will embark on its final toll.

Love is absent,
Cold is present,
I wish I could feel,
But feelings are for childlike yesterday’s.

I was a happy boy once,
But age is just a number,
At 16 I am older than most,
My face a grave testament, to the graves of friends sentiment.

I am sick with an illness,
One for me not to be cured.
I wish I believed in fate,
It would be much easier then.

Yet there is no one to blame,
Or hide behind,
Only my shadow to reside beside,
Only your memory to taunt my mind.

I have made many mistakes,
And will make many more,
One day in fact I think I’ll be poor,
But the greatest by far,
Was to leave you barred,
To leave you stranded in the backseat of that car.

The wind is calling me now,
It talks to me somehow,
Sayin’ “You won’t be much longer now, won’t be left alone to frown.”
I answer, “Come back when I am dead,”
It echoes, “Won’t be much longer now.”

The tears are empty,
So is the pitcher.
How can I be with ya?
Never, never, never.

I have trouble sleeping,
Harder still to make sense,
Because my dreams are haunting
To this day the leave men incensed.

I am going crazy,
Slowly but surely.
Soon you’ll see me on your door.
Wanting to get our favorite smores.

Silence, now, silent void.
The wind is no longer whispering.
The walls no longer menacing.
Only me, without.
My mind not even speaking,
Not daring to break what is happening.

The windows open without noise,
Outside I can see my future,
Lit in a light other than the moon.
What I see… makes me hope I die soon.

Haunted,
To this very day,
When I saw night,
Under the blue moons blue.
A demon, young as me,
Beginning to spread its wings,
And take off to flight.
And as he majestically spread,
His evil bearers,
I understood the regality,
He must once have carried,
Demons were once Angels…
And that’s what makes them scary.
That something so good,
Could turn so evil…
He attacked viciously,
Everything in sight.
His anger and wrath and lust,
Had no respite.
Until he awoke,
For he was awake but sleeping.
And saw his hands,
Looked quite like mine.
And those eyes which even still,
Were burning…
Looked similar to mine.
And those wings on which he flew on,
Which were never actually there,
Disappeared.
And suddenly I realized.
Where there used to be an Angel,
Now was me,
A Demon.

There is nothing better than the hunt,
As I smile so carnivorously,
I think of when I first began,
The day the search first ran.
It was a beautiful day,
As I was locked inside,
By a mother who doth protest too much,
An decided it was my turn to be beaten amuck.
I cried and I cried,
As old as I was…
There was no end or beginning
To the pain that I felt
And so the only way to ease it,
Was to share this pain, with everyone.
So began, my very first hunt.
And now, many years later,
I wonder ever still,
How the hunter has not become the unter,
Even as the scent of the prey lingers.
She is standing there alone.
Alone.
Just like me now.
Mother is gone, so it’s just me.
Me and the hunt.
She has a beauty,
You’d have to look at for a while,
To truly see.
But underneath she just feels lonely,
Just like me.
So I must hunt her,
And share my pain,
As she walks home alone,
Well I take her by the face,
And I kiss her forcefully,
And smother her fright inside of me,
Take her to the “forest”,
Where all will be decided.
She has calmed on the outside,
But the fear is consuming her eyes,
Slowly I take her clothes,
And oh what a glow,
Her skin seems to have been made for me,
For this very day,
Nothing better than the hunt,
And the trophy that lay,
Beneath me.
Being the Hunter I took and I gave,
With blood and with fear,
Forcefully she was laid.
And after all was said and done,
I think for a second it was clear,
That in that pristine moment,
When she first started to tear.
She felt it, Yes she did.
The pain of the hunter and the hunted.

All these people,
These friends of mine,
They know everything you see.
They can tell the future, its easy to belive.
They tell me,
"Oh, it will get better soon,
Just wait you will be set free"
Funny how, every time,
I'm almost away,
I just get pulled farther,
Deeper under...
The happier I am,
Its like the giant falling,
From that tall beanstalk,
My smiles setting me for,
The sequential falls,
A rollercoaster ride...
A cosmic joke, I suppose.
How many ways can my life be tarnished?
How many times can I fall,
Before I just stay down?
In how many ways can I be imperfect?
And just not care?
Heck I don't know,
Ask my friends,
They can see everything.
Dontcha know?

Don’t you wish you were a kid again?
To go back and be happy and carefree,
Feeling the wind, each time feeling newborn.
Time moved so much slower then.

I wish I could go back,
And be different than I was,
Live life to the fullest,
And bring no one woe.

But those days are gone now,
Those summer days where I would stay up way too late,
Playing in the street.
They are gone for me.

Those cool winter afternoons,
Where playing basketball at noon,
Meant a cold sweat,
And the feel of life.

Back then it didn’t matter,
It all was a game,
Winners and Losers all,
Just for one day.

No one really felt pain,
Desensitized though we were,
And life felt so long and hopeful,
Love was so far away.

Send me back to my childhood,
If just for one more day.
I just want to smile,
I want to say.
I’m happy.

Your lips are moving,
But I can't hear you,
A barrier seperates us,
And it kills,
To see the way you smile,
And to miss your voice,

The way you walk,
It's entrancing,
But I can't even hear,
Your simple melodies
They're locked away,
From what is within reach.

It's a struggle,
It's a fight,
It's a pity,
And It's dark,
It's wet and it's hot.
It's sad and it's cold.

But most of all it's alone.
And it's where I am now,
Left deaf by a cruel, cruel world.

I loved,
At one point in time.
But you know today it's hard.

I've been destroyed so many times.

I think  I don't know what to do.
Trapped in fear and bottled emotions,
I think somewhere along the way...

I told my heart, no way.

Worst part is,
I think it listened.
It's done now, gone, see ya!

No one cares, though,
That is fine with me.

I can't even count how many girls have loved me,
Because none ever have.

Hell I'd settle for like,
In that special and secret way.

But today is not my day,
And yesterday certainly wasn't.

I'd be more hopeful,
But the future looks bleak and dreadful.

My family, by circumstance, by pain,
looks to be tearing apart like our broken window pane.

By circumstances we live and die.

This is the funeral with which we all live by.

Well. I'm just sick and tired.

Betrayed, O to be betrayed,
A once betrothed and now misbehaved.
Misdeemed and misdeeds creeping upon me,
Fighting for friends now uncertainly,

Walking own a bent path,
Finding less and less are on task,
More would rather hang out back,
And what's a man to do in a world like that?

What started as a fellowship,
Now ends in dismemberment,
And the lonely feeling sinks in,
And the friends become foes, at the turn of a pen.

Setting my up for failure,
Jealous, or unsure,
I wish I cared anymore,
But that time has long since gone ashore...

And so as I look into the sea,
Something as dark, desolate, and as desperate as me.
I add a few more salty tears to its salty depths,
In hopes that this feeling of apathy will be ceased.
But I think a part of me knows,
Long before any more blows,
That this is the Real World,
And there is little time now for woe.

Simplicity
Elicits
Srendipity

Life is a balance,
How you balance love,
And Hate.

How you balance friends,
family,
and the lies they create.

How you balance commitments,
And fun
and the laps you will take.

How you balance food,
And sleep,
and bread you must bake.

How you balance work,
With play,
and the fights you make.

In accordance to that...
I must admit,
Repent and replicate...

I'm half part ****,
and half part nerd.
Is that not absurd?

The Birds Fly into the eclipse of Mars,
They're lives tithe me by fives,
To the Man beyond those jailed bars.

Searching for a new place to call home,
Since this place is a waste of space,
For everyone an then some.

But with especial selfishness, especially me.
I need to beat my heart again, by meeting those I once found sweet,
Birds flying to the Eclipse of mars to be free.

Its futile of course,
But that is where beauty is truly entreated,
Into our lives of insignificant remorse.

Get me out of here now.
We'll go flying just like those birds, into the eclipse Of mars,
Just me and you, the gorgeous Queen of the Stars,
Your smile radiates my Milky way and beyond,
We'll navigate the asteroid belts,
And fly through the black holes,
Because like those futile birds,
We just want to be free.

The Illusionist painted a picture,
Out of words and stars,
Of a dream he had not dreamed,
But only now had began to see.

And in this vision,
Times and days quite clearly,
Faded from black to grey as light became one,
And happiness none.

So entrapped was his audience,
In his colorless vision,
That they became infected too,
On his soulless mission.

His skill was unmatched,
Seen neither since or hence,
And as the books burns,
And the flags were raised we reminisced.

Of a time before this,
When our liberties were still for us to list.
Now all we have is the absence, the void, the mist.
Where we meet the Illusionist.

Beginning today,
I think I will see,
A doctor for, he,
Is smarter than me.
And it is quite plain,
From here to Maine,
That I am not so sane,
As I try to string lines,
In fitful rhymes,
I fail to grasp,
A complete melody.
Its painful and contrite,
To enjoy in this delight,
Of slow agony and belief,
That one day I will create a masterpiece.
To be remembered for that day,
Have little kids from then on say,
He was a god amongst men, watch him play.

In the sunlight of a godless god.
I fight to belong.

In the shadow of an angelic demon,
I hope to resound.

My water like anger and passion,
Formless and formed.

Putting my emotions into stories and sadness,
You mortals can enjoy.

I look into the mirror,
Seeing what you cannot.

The face of the depraved, distraught;
Fighting for lost love and feelings forgot.

Have you ever flown?
Not on an airplane or a baloon,
But like a bird, straight to the moon,
Soared above heaven by noon?

Have you touched the stars,
With a beauty and a light,
A decadence so bright,
My eyes and mind to this day are lit alight in delight.

When have you gone to hell,
And see the horrors there,
Like Dante to the Inferno life just ain’t fair,
Full of lies and deceit, and they are the dammed ones?

Why do you try?
What do you hope to accomplish,
Fight against the bars, there steel, not rubber, we’re stuck in the dish,
Can’t live without pain, can’t think and be sane, what’s your favorite wish?

Believe in yourself, for there’s nothing to believe,
You can’t do much to be something to see,
I know I know, its arrogant and obscene,
But trust me when I say, when I think, hey…
Maybe One Day.

There is a place deep in this heart,
It bleeds and leaks like my favorite lark,
Hiding in the dark it fights to make its true mark,
But its existence is as futile as it is a fright,
Leading and guiding hell and hate,
The fire and brimstone that only man can create.
It hurts to beat, the never ending drum,
Put my hand to my chest and think,
Is this the last one?

Hoping it goes away,
This curse this illness,
And I have no excuse,
I am my own worst witness.
Some days are better than none,
Even if this life is no fun.
I can whine and moan, or make the best on my own.
Everyone has problems,
But why does it feel like mine are alone.

Like you, there is a war,
For that place deep in my heart,
Invisible to eyes, and x ray machines,
But the battles are over,
The victor, one.
Long ago, it was decided,
As I cried blood from my bones,
That the Morningstar would win,
And the sunset would be gone.

Where has it gone?
I used to be good,
I used to be a poet,
Who could fine the words and pick and choose,
I could tell you my story and make it relatable,
I could make you feel any emotion and make it real.
Where has that gone, where is my fire my imagination?
I was the best,
And Please I know, its arrogant but I do not mean to deceive,
Even the famous ones, they bore, but with me everything became lore,
So much accolade, so much triumph,
Born under skill and pain the mightiest,
But it’s disappeared,
From misuse and disrespect.
Hopefully hiding, realistically gone.
There is no magic cure no band aid for my loss, my pain.
Do no be me, do not second guess.
No longer regret, don’t fret.
Just go and write your soul,
Don’t forget it, don’t let it pass,
Release it let the talent and emotions flow.
Because one day it will be gone,
And your lone talent no more.
And your going to be alone,
Without even the words to implore.

I have a lot to say,
And not much time to say it.

So let me make one thing clear,
If you will acquiesce it.

That if you ever meet a girl,
Don't ever let her forget it.

Why are your lips so painful?
Why do they curse me so?

What makes your hips so graceful?
Makes them go with the flow?

How are you so perfect?
Yet so flawed?

When did you become a market,
For the hearts of man's thoughts?

Where was an angel born?
Perhaps inside your locket.

I honestly do not know how
You do the things you do.

But I do know one thing to be true,
It's not long, painful, or graceful.

Just simple, sweet, and encompassing,
It is of course, me saying truthfully
"I Love You"

A poem you will not read,
Is like a word you will never see,
A dream you will never heed,
Or a smile that you decide to sheathe.

It's the coldest day in winter,
And the hottest day in summer,
The death of a loved one,
Or the birth of someone you never knew.

Like a bird without feather,
It's something I just can't seem to weather,
It always finds new ways,
To make the writer feel blue.

Late at night I feel it's pain,
Th pain of a poem not read,
Like a bird caged,
Or a man unfed.

It cries out in pitiful agony,
Its moans sweet symphonies,
Of pain etched in words unknown,
And of beings far from this world alone.

There is such a cry,
In all of us,
And it's up to we,
To end its plead.

Can You believe,
A Shell is all I see?

I Feel it here,
Laying on the beach...

My life beside me,
In the guise of a shell,
It too, fails to breathe,

It is so near,
And so far.

It is who I am,
And so unlike who I are.

I see shells,
But sometimes I wonder,
What do they see?

Can it hear?
Can it speak?
Can it feel?
Can it hurt?

If so, then maybe I am the shell,
Just a fake, in this big whole sea.

Beware all ye who enter here,
This is my heart.
And it is just as bad,
Nay worse,
Than any of hell's trespass,
It beats slow like the mockingbird doth crow,
Once in a blue moon,
And only at midnight,
The chill's it release would make the Morningstar,
Shiver in pain,
My gates are protected by demons greater,
Than the darkest Horror novel,
My own.
The Pits are more black than the darkest tar,
It is the color of my love and of my hate.
For dontcha know,
Its all one thing down here,
Bleeding freely,
Come on in and take a dive,
Just beware,
Not a one,
No God, Demon, Man wo or not,
Has of yet made it out of here,
Is there a treasure inside,
Maybe, perhaps... probably,
Its just the the pride of the thing,
Like climbing Mount Everest,
Or making it to dinner on time.
But I don't care.
Live or die,
The gates remain so very high
Climb them if you will.

One time I fell,
And I awoke in hell,
At first they fought,
For such a soul as me,
Until one such as Beelzebub,
Lord of the hosts he came along,
And he among the first he bowed,
Whispering in a yell loud enough to hear,
'We WILL be waiting for your return,
Lord of lords, king of kings,
Lion among  lambs, hero among man,"

Awakening from such a dream,
In a sweat that made me hot,
I smiled for the first time in a long time,
As the blackness in my heart boiled,
And the gates grew,
I had a home in hell,
And Earth would be my THRONE.

And so she came,
Darkness a supreme being,
Seen what she want to be seen,
Unseen to those other than me,
She came slowly,
Knowing her target was within reach,
Frozen I stared, slightly quivering,
Hoping perhaps I would understand this,
Fated entrance,
Every fiber in my being said run,
And every muscle in my body said no.
A body at war with itself,
Is but a dummy waiting to be used,
But if it's for her, only for her,
Then I think it'll be ok,
Because in that evil smile of hers,
Beyond the death and the darkness,
Beyond the face covered in blood,
I see a little girl, looking for someone to hug,
Just a little human contact,
Just someone to snuggle with,
To be with,
To give yourself to,
To love.
And I can do that.

Why do we value love?
Why are we incomplete?
If there is a God I hate him.
I feel cheap.
One half of a puzzle,
With no ******* piece.
Waiting for the fit of key to lock,
In a day never to be.

When I was young I could smile and mean it.
Now I’m old and its all fake.
Now I’m deaf and I can’t take it.
Now I’ve lost brothers, friends, mothers,
Now I’m mature.
And its not fair.
Its life, simply put,
A mistake.

It would be different if I wasn’t so self aware.
My greatest critic myself.
My cursed brilliance always looking, always finding,
Something new to hate, something else not perfect,
Never right, never good enough,
But never intent enough to change.

Self Destruction in the most cruel of ways,
I don’t even believe in belief,
Or in vision or faith.
It only goes lower,
Setting up myself higher,
For even greater pains.

I know your thinking,
Be happy it could be worse.
You could be a kid in Africa,
Starving or hurt.
Your naïve shutup.
You know it all freak.
What is worse say I,
To be starved in the body,
Or in heart and soul.

For the whip of the universe,
To caress your body,
Or break what it can’t take.
I belong to no one,
I am only mine.
But this is not a gift,
It’s a curse,
Of a unique unremedy,
Wherein I shall lie for eternity.

I’m trying to escape this fate.
That these people laid out for me.
They attack and the make,
What I do not want to fake.
Its their fault I say,
That the sad people are forced to smile,
That the dead people are forced to hell,
That my sins are forever and awhile.

I want to make you laugh,
And yet I only make you sappy.
You pity me and secrete my very being,
You look down from your perch on high,
And you tell me what is what,
And who I’m supposed to be.

But it is not written in stone.
And I’ve never been very friendly.
If I come across a fork in the road,
Heck, I’ll make my own.
Don’t follow me either,
I want anyone to beleaguer.

But isn’t it sad you think,
That deep inside,
I realize in my self conflicatory mise,
That I have only my shadow to reside beside,
Only my mind to hide behind.

The scars they run deep,
And with every shallow heart beat,
I realize I’ve lost my life already,
Just standing still waiting.

You try to create,
You try to leave something behind,
But you fail in every image you make,
With every mistake a little bit more irate.
You’re a failure, its meaningless, to no try to fake.

Just give up, desist, do not resist.
Be like me say one thing and do another.
Forget.

At the tender age of sixteen,
My darling was taken away,
To heaven or hell,
No one knows…

Her life a gamble,
And her death so,
Inconsiderate,
She just had to go…

What do I do now,
At the tender age of sixteen?
Without her caring presence,
And uplifting grace?

Perhaps a drink,
Maybe a smoke,
While she still yet,
Watches me.

Ruin my life in her name,
To see if we become even,
In pain and equity,
It hurts to be…

Without my darling,
Trish, the meek.

Let me tell you a story,
Of death and a boy.
The boy was dead inside,
Outcasted and harassed,
But his friend and at last his family.

So walking along the street,
No one else had gone upon,
With his ****** body,
And crazy mice.
He met death a waiting.

As his time had come first.
Death incarnate,
And Living Death,
They talked and slowly but surely,
Became the best of friends.

He did not plead for his life,
Or beg to acquiesced,
Death being surprised,
At someone so unsure, being so content.
Broke the Law and the Word,
And let the boy go away.

One day the boy was a man,
In his own disfigured way.
Innocent at heart,
****** in all but the brain.
He walked with stones,
Hoping the weigh his fate.

And Death still followed,
As the protector and procreator,
The one friend that remained.

But alas Death grew sad,
As he looked ahead in time,
And saw that this lie would have to be corrected,
Dave would have to die.

So along the beaten path,
That got colder and colder,
The man became sad,
Yet sure in his task.
Suicide was his only option,
His desire for control on his fate.
What irony, what pity,
To see the trap that lay.
The universe is a cruel thing,
And it had been made late.

The man got to the cliff, at the end of the forest,
When readying to jump,
The lion took him head first,
And mauled, and ungutted,
He screamed and begged for help.

But his screams did not last long,
As Death settled in.
The look of fear, of recognition,
And a lone tear let out,
With his last lifeful look,
Into the eyes of his very first and last friend.

If, Tomorrow…

If tomorrow I was gone,
Would you Still remember me?
If tonight I ceased to breathe,
Would you still feel for me?

If tomorrow, I was missing,
Would you care to look for me?
If in the morn’ I was nothing but bones,
Would you still know me?

If tomorrow, I disappeared,
Would there be searches for me?
If I felt like dying,
Would you rescue me?

If tomorrow I screamed,
Would you still hate me?
If my anger burned you,
Would you forget me?

If tomorrow I was dead,
Would I leave anything?
If tomorrow I was gone,
Would anyone miss me?

Crying whilst riding,
On my unicorn themed bicycle,
Past at my back,
Sun absent from the front,
Only the present lays for me.
And that’s why today I tell you,
That yesterday is the only hope,
Our future will succeed,
And Maybe in response,
Or just plain fear,
You say this quite tasty diatribe.

We are all born rotting,
The grave not far off,
In this universe of Trillions,
We are but one.
And you know what else,
We are just an animal,
With the arrogance to presume and assume,
That we are the greatest,
In a sea of fools.
To wonder why we survive and thrive,
While others are put on the wayside.
It’s a pity and it’s a shame,
Its life from within.

So I move slower still,
As I listened to you words,
Each syllable piercing me,
Like the butchers knife on the pig.
But the tears are gone now,
Replaced by blood,
But not my blood or your blood,
But those of innocent ones.
Asking silently ironically,
Who was it that made me this way?

Now Its many years hence and forth,
In this futures hellish morgue.
You sit on the deathbed,
Waiting for one last chance,
But it never comes,
And you never say,
How sorry you were to leave me a bay,
That if you could go back today,
And open your heart to my crying face then,
That perhaps things would be different when,
Our lips locked in heavenly harmony,
And along with our soothed souls,
The angels sighed in ecstasy.

Finally, it snaps back to now,
Like a dream standing still,
Even now we see the death of love,
And the birth of hate.
The diatribe it receeds,
And instead your kisses breathe,
New life into you and me.
Maybe next year death,
And with another kiss the year after,
Cuz life may ****,
But at least we have each other.

Eventually,
All good things,
Must come to pass.

The Day must fade,
Sweetly and succinctly,
Into the Night's kind embrace.

The seasons chance,
And the years go,
Our Final deposit in the Crematorium.

The Summer years pass,
And fade into fall,
And into winter, the death of us all.

Yet after every winter,
After every death,
A New Spring blooms,

Life lives again.
Fight and struggles again
The Sun rises once more.

The plants come back,
The animals out of sleep,
The child is born.

Every day the Night must come,
The moon must shine, and have its say.
But even the mighty moon must too, give away, to a brand new day.

The old man is in the wilderness,
His children never borne.
His parents torn.
He lives alone.
And he likes it so.
No one to tell him what to do.
No government to bore him too.
No lost or love...
Little effort, and much fun.
Yet still for this man,
There feels a hole,
Something inescapable,
Yet not quite describable,
Somewhere within him,
Something is missing.
Lacking a vocabulary,
He finds himself lacking.
So he carries on his day
Chopping wood for winter,
Eating fish for dinner,
Beating his dog for pleasure,
And sleeping for leisure,
He lives a simple life,
One away from danger.
A hatchet for protection,
And a musket for intervention.
But slowly the hole grew.
Until it weighted more than he did.
Bigger and stronger than he,
Eating him from inside.
Yet he was a stubborn man,
And he would rather die,
Then ask for help.
Or a neighborly "Hi,"
So his illness went untreated,
And his loneliness grew.
He beat his dog more,
and ate a little less.
Cried at night,
And knew naught why.
Like a black hole it consumed,
Everything it could see,
That hole slowly grew,
From out his heart it bleeds.
One Day,
Their was nothing left.
Just the hole,
In the guise of man.
It did not move,
And it did not breathe.
The dog had already went away...

I just want to destroy.
Vanish all you conquerors,
You don't belong here,
I just want to be alone.

Thinking, reflecting in the back seat of the car,
As time passes by in a crystallized disunity,
I believe I was meant to be here,
Today as I am, hating so ravenously.

What if I controlled your lives at my finger tips,
What would I do?
I am not a happy person...
I think for the best but... I just want one day.

You don't understand,
Well that is fine with me,
This is my poem not yours,
The heat that courses within me.

Why it's a beast,
And it's just been born,
Now waiting to be fed,
Feed it, feed me, let me consume.

Flames now surround the world,
And I cry without tears,
My body pukes without bile,
And I die without death,
A rebirth of hellish proportions,
Is this what you expected?
I'm not supposed to be here though.
I- am not supposed to be a man yet,
It hurts.

Is anyone coming?
I wish I wasn't alone anymore.
Its cold now.
I was wrong.

Man had come far,
And had worked hard.
Space was no longer a frontier,
But a home.

It began long ago,
When science in its heavenly power, bestowed,
Among the beasts of man,
Black Hole Harvestation.

Changing the very shape of worlds,
The speed of light and beyond,
All became possible,
When and where nothing exists.

It was an age of warfare and destruction,
The likes of which are untold,
The number will never be found,
Trillions were lost in those Black Wars.

But a few did survive,
An extinct Earth,
As they fled to make their new home,
On the colony of Mars.

Ironic though it was,
Seeking Peace,
On the God of war,
They made their new land happy.

If anywhere in any time,
Was truly the land of “milk and honey”,
Then It was them and then,
Back in the very first days…

Of a galactic empire.

Hundreds of years pass now,
In the blink of an eye,
Earth had been reclaimed, reformed,
Along with a galaxy to go a by.

Humanity is now at the apex of its power,
Ruled together by the ultimate congregation,
The Delegation of Stars,
But Pride doth come before the fall.

Everyone had their say,
And for all the wonders and riches then,
It was hard to say nay,
They shall go to the core.

To the Universe’s lore,
They went flying in their fleets,
100 Juggernaughts from Syntrax, on the fringes of the Great Nebulae Sea,
734 cruisers from Ralon in the Hose-Head system.

A thousand ships minus one from Earth,
And a mere six from the Gemini Apollo colony,
And countless others from all over,
Led by the Fleet of Mars, who’s glory and majesty, was beyond mere men.

They left in moments and arrived in light years,
Waking in seconds refreshed and surprised,
What they found , what they’re greatest of technologies could not see,
Inside the densest of Super Black Holes.

Was the remnants from three Big Bangs hence,
Harvesting ever since,
You think millions of years is a lot for man?
Try trillions for one.

It was a battle not a slaughter,
As communication broke down,
This was the last thing we expected,
We who entered there.

From that day on,
The Battle was named,
The Loss at the Core.

A retreat was ordered,
As black holes sprung up from within their machines,
Their weapons surpassed each and every defense,
Some older ships were hacked and turned against each other.

One ship stayed behind,
Defiant even in defeat.
The Flagship of The Empire,
Named “Justly Sweet”,
It’s last report was,
2 years ago today,
It showed the bridge going to hell and gone,
As the devil was unleashed.

But all throughout, the captain stood there,
Commanding, leading, fighting,
All the way to the end.
A warrior’s death.

The race then named,
The Paraplex,
Found a new reason to be,
To destroy us, we who shed their and out blood.

It was a year since that battle,
Our whole northern sector had fallen,
The plan was simple, taken from history,
A choke point at Thermopylae, with the greatest defensive systems this side of mars.

A million guns had been constructed,
Ever since the war and before.
Particle dissimulators from moons, orbits and the planet.
One, bigger than some suns.

The plan was simple,
The Western Sector,
Well, it was in charge of defense,
It’s formidable shield and anti-quark technologies, would save us all.

Meanwhile the Eastern, Southern, And C.C. (Central-Capital) Sections,
The offensive flank,
They would of course bring.
Once a battle has begun, then they would be flung.

It was of course, perfect.
But so much was already lost.
Planets, Systems, whole Galaxies,
All but gone.

This was worse than the Black War,
There would be no recovery,
You can always change what is there,
But what’s gone is gone.

The military was ready,
The Civilians were evacuated,
Now comes the calm before the storm.
And then the lightening across the sky, it erupted.

In the opening seconds,
Their fleet was almost demolished,
Ambushed beyond belief,
Plasma ripped tears in space and time.

The black turned green and red and cosmic blue,
The space itself was warped by the colors of war,
The guns blazing their sub-atomic blasts,
Invisible to the naked eye.

The gamma ray bombs,
How they exploded in such wonderful forays,
We were blinded, of course,
We could stills see through their computers and technologies.

Losses were few, it seemed true,
That the adamant technologies,
Of the Western Section,
Held up beyond belief.

It was a beautiful carnage they unleashed,
And to complete their victory,
The Northern, Eastern, And C.C.,
Upon black hell’s they ran.

But OH! The Greatest blunder in Human history,
The enemy snatched victory from the hands of defeat,
For this was but a suicide mission,
One for just a minor army.

It was inconceivable to us then,
How useless a life is to them,
After trillions of years,
We would have won the battle, yes that’s clear.

But then it became something,
Something darker and crazy,
A Super Nova they unleashed,
A technology we had yet to discover.

The Entire System was destroyed,
In a matter of milliseconds,
The greatest of shields, the biggest of guns,
Fell instantly, to the miniature big-bang.

So many soldiers…
So many ships…
So many generals…
So many friends.

In mere seconds they died,
For how far we had come,
How much we had lost,
As innumerable as the stars.

No one talks about that battle,
The Slaughter at Thermopylae.
No one can,
We can’t afford to cry.

The battles still continue,
Here and there.
But ever since then,
They’ve basically divided and conquered.

The Paraplax, ****** into our wings,
And took away our flight,
The West and East both became silent,
Faded into the night.

A galactic siege of an empire spanning
Millions of light years,
Soon began,
But first came the worst.

In the Capital of the Southern Section,
They betrayed us and were betrayed.
For they had no use for slaves,
Mercy was an unfamiliar word to they.

The surrounding was complete,
The end result quite clear.
We wouldn’t be able to make it past the new year.
And slowly, methodically, they came.

What did they have to fear?
And planets fell,
My wife did on escape,
Systems were crushed without notice, without faith.

Now there is just us.
A Battalion and Mars.
There is not much point to it all I guess,
We’ve basically been eradicated.

But they keep playing that video,
All on every screen.
The captain, as explosions and black holes erupt around him,
Yelling quite furiously at his subordinates, seeking victory in defeat.

He didn’t give up,
If we’re going to die,
Then we’ll be men about it,
For there is not much time left.

To any race in the future or the past,
Who ever encounters out Swan Song,
This includes our entire history, in more detailed account,
And our greatest treasures.

We send it to you now,
The Universe,
Echoing forever,
Among the waves of sound.

So ends the last report,
Nay the last words,
This is John Ashton Upston, the 354th,
President of The Empire Fallen Among The Stars