One thousands blades covered the uninhabitable fields,
The blood soaked grounds coated in crimson-red,
Malevolent spirits rose up from the ground without yield,
Violent thoughts and weapons born from those very dead.

Defiant screams filled the frigid night sky,
Their wasted souls seeking death and revenge,
Living souls ****** and left to rot and die,
This ritual cleansing was that on which their vengeance would hinge.

Night fall.

''Are you ready for the future''
are you ready for things to change
for loss and gain
Because I am not,
but even being ready for the future doesn't make it not come

There is so much beauty in this world,
and it exists all around us.
The old tree along the road,
its imperfect trunk has endured many winters.
The curvaceous young woman on the sidewalk,
she swings her hips as a gift
to all who take notice.
The priest with a hand pressed against the wall,
he prays for us all.
There is so much beauty in this world,
one really must work hard
to avoid it.

Let's just pretend you can take a trusted from on a road trip down by the sea
as a beacon of light to a hurting friend in need
we have created a magic circle drowned in the rain
stop for lobsters maybe some baked crab we shall grab
through the pier we can see the dare in the eye of the  flight of the Albatross
yet as the weather gets bad we are left drowned in the rain

got to get back in the car amidst the near window pane
she blazed,
she kindled
out of the night
like a white star
We all boil at different degrees
one can equate in hidden apathy
Silently
time passes
The only life I have
submits to its power
some die looking for a hand do hold
On the other side of the resistance is the flow
the sounds of the nearby surf coming into the tide
my soul permeates the inner feeling of solace

the earth has music for those who listen
all the while I was a sinking vessel,
No lifeboat
No S.O.S
Salted wounds
to work until skin becomes bone white
for I have seen the truth and it doesn't make sense
golden nuggets of thought in viral personifications
And in the end,
we were all just
humans,
drunk on the idea
that love,
only love,
could heal
our brokenness
my very soul permeates a vision for being
out in the changeing of the season
then for some matter my friend just left me without any reason

Alive.

Gasp...
It was a sucker punch.
One that leaves you winded and frozen.
And you struggle to get out of this malfunction...
Trying to find that foothold that would take you to the next breath.

Quickening of the heartbeat...
Almost instantaneous.
Thumps so loud and hard you could hear them in your ears.

Disbelief...
You never saw it coming.
You weren't ready.
You replay it again and again.
Like a bad movie stuck on repeat.

Denial...
It never happened.
Yeah...
Nothing happened.