A tragic tradition from times long past
Weak of wit and hard of heart
Thus pawns are born and
Circumstance plays its part

Here we stand again, aghast
Alas, what evil has come to pass!
Questions burn, anger rises
Vengeance brews on the horizon

The world has turned for years and years
On violence and wars, and bitter tears
You build - they break, you smile - they’re fake
Injustice reigns in misfortune’s wake
Struggle for some, victory for others
Caps are waved with fair-weather feathers

Who are they, who are we?
Who is safe, who is free?
Where is the heart that knows no fear?
Where is the mind that’s always clear?

An ephemeral world, a passing phase
The old, the new
The false, the true
A blink of an eye in eternity’s gaze

Yet weak-minded malignancies
Must ply their trade of misery
Dispensed with as refuse in this life
****** as bartered souls in the next
Fate’s hand is heavy and dark is the night
For the vicious heart and feeble intellect.

I can't seem to understand
I don't comprehend
How do 'those people'
Get ahead in the end?
We're taught to be considerate
We're taught to be understanding
But they still succeed
Without so much of an inkling.
Everyone likes a badass
Because they defy the rules
But how can the so-called 'nice' people
Feel attraction for those fools?
It seems unfair
It doesn't feel right
But at the end of the day
I guess ***** is might.

There is a sense of timelessness in the twilight
Of time standing still and extending into the infinite
Of sadness and hope
Of yearning and satisfaction
Of unrest and peace
Where time has no meaning and
the mundane melts away into the symphony of colours in the sky..

..and your eyes follow the fading light and your soul knows its purpose once again..

I try to fit in,
I try to believe,
That maybe someday,
They’ll like me better,
Than I like me.
It’s a constant battle,
A fight I can’t resist,
To put myself down before others,
Oh why do I persist?

I’ve been bullied,
I’ve been shunned,
This I can’t forget.
It hurts deep down inside,
So it is myself that I subject.

Why is it that,
When I want to make friends,
All these memories,
Come flooding back to me again?

I thought after all these years,
After all this time,
I had found,
That bright burning light.
I guess it isn’t so,
But maybe it is,
Confusion engulfs me,
Just as sadness did.

There's that voice,
It's calling out to me again,
Try harder,
Be smarter,
Or you'll wind up just like them.
That voice should sound familiar,
But alas it does not,
I feel like I've lost myself somewhere
Halfway through all these thoughts.
So where does that leave me?
This I'm too scared to ask,
Ignorance is bliss they say,
But sometimes it's just not.

Wander, explore,
Travel through the depths of your soul,
Set your mind free,
Free your thoughts,
Soak it all in,
Allow yourself to feel.

Break those demons down,
Thought by thought,
Piece by piece,
For they are nothing,
Don't let them bring you down,
Allow yourself to feel.