Broken body,
Old and weary.
You have lived a good life,
Long and merry.

You gaze on your home,
How long it has been.
You know your story is about to close,
And you think of your only sin.

The sin is known,
But no one believes.
The sin is long coming,
It does nothing but deceive.

The sin we pass to our children,
But they never know it.
It would sin of leaving them behind,
For fear of it breeds ignorant.

The sin is final passage,
For bringing mortal sorrow.
For when you go to sleep today,
And won't be back tomorrow.

Life is short,
Don't waste it.
For you never know when you die,
And will never Finnish it.

Fire, bright fire,
Burning everywhere.
Cold, real cold,
Something strange is here.

Flames flickering, glinting eyes,
I think I'm being fallowed.
Water reflecting like a mirror,
In its stone hallow.

I look around, with great fear,
The fire has gone out.
I am in a cave, it's light depraved,
There is no way out.

An eerie light, I look around,
There is no one here.
I approach the pool, the air is cool,
I see a reflection there.

I see my face, it's the same,
But my eyes are totally new.
For in them I see, the true nature of me,
The creature who only I knew.

With light shall glow,
The dark shall blow,
This time has come to pass.
When love and war,
Is no more,
In one big final blast.

What is an artist?
How are they difined?
Do they have more heart?
Do they have more mind?

An artist is a riddler,
As clever as can be.
They mearly take the things in their head,
And make it so you can see.

An artist is a painter,
Thier work's were colors are teaming.
Pastel or black and white,
If you look between the lines, you'll find a different meaning.

An artist is a designer,
Diverse in their crafts.
From boats, to planes, to shinning stars,
The possibilities are vast.

The meaning of this is simple,
Art isn't something that is made.
For art is alive, and it shall strive,
It's pure emotion will not fade.

All thes statements are true and more,
But missing one last thing.
For to make true art, you need a heart,
For with with soul your art shall sing.

I am forbidden from winning,
But no one really tries.
I am forbidden from loosing on purpose,
But no one really dies.
I'm forbidden to stand alone,
But everyone fears me.
I'm forbidden to shed a tear,
So no one will ever see me.
I'm forbidden from looking weak,
But I was never strong.
I'm forbidden from being right,
But you will hate me for being wrong.
I'm forbidden to even try,
But everyone thinks I go hard.
I'm forbidden aim high,
So I play the wrong card.
I'm forbidden to let them down,
But they don't appreciate my support.
I'm forbidden to beat the game,
So I have to abort.

When a gamer has no game,
He is really bad.
But when he is to respected,
It makes him really sad.