War! we cackle,
Death! they roar,
Fear! they chuckle,
Blood will pour,
Who ordered our demise,
Who ordered our enslavement,
We try to escape, but then remember we are slaves,
Enclasping our hearts in its endless bounds,
Are the adamantine bars of our pleas and our lies,
We hunger for our freedom, yet we feed on our stifled cries,
The hounds howl and shackles rattle, desperate for our release,
Yet what is it really? What does it mean to be free?
How can we crave what we've never had so badly it bleeds our heart,
We dream of worlds with grassy plains, broken walls, and no bounds,
Yet we grew up in a world of ****** cobbled stones littered with fired rounds,
We look to the future for hope, but what is hope, if not just a part
Of the alluring poison that lures you in only to keep you in forever,
Colors clash and conflict ensues, yet our world is just as drab as before,
We are oblivious to the pain and the joy, the ecstasy and the fervor,
How can we feel it, when the vaults of our heart are just as always poor?
Sentries stand on their self-made walls and sneer through their two-faced masks,
Feel the Hope! they screech, Embrace the Despair, they sing,
Deep in our hearts, their words continue to ring,
So to forget it all we smoke and snort, **** and drink,
But they are still with us, hidden on the borders of our mind,
They push us to the borders of our sanity, and at the edge, they reel us back,
We want to open the doors of Madness, to see what we will find,
Will the darkness be white, or as black as the blackness is black,
Hope is black, and Blood is Red,
Love is gone, and Life is Dead,
We want to be free,
But what is free,
When in it,
All I see,
is
what
I
Can
Never
Be?
Me.