Time is winding down, all excuses are laughed at and as we try to stand and relieve ourselves from our faulty ways the whip once again is cracked, you created the hurting heart and yet you insist at unrealistically showing anger, now as you drown in your on mistakes it seems that change will always go unnoticed, you followed the false, I sit back and giggle at your misfortune, the pawn you are.

Show to me the blank page I seek, I must rewrite the past for I will always shed the blood of the innocent if I continue to lower my head in shame, how will time exist if I can only dwell on my negligence to conform to the beauty of love.

My eyes fill with the disappointment.

My heart beats uncontrollably with every action of pain.

My soul has become hidden as these moments are cast upon me.

Self-destruction is my own.

Will I ever emerge from this shallow shell of pity.

Don't come to me wanting me to fix your deceptions and hatred, I for once will stand back and let you fall, now as I extend my hand out to you know that the willing can be drawn back to the hollow if your heart remains locked away.

Watching you fail to recognize the purity shows to me that my purpose is coming to a close.

An infant spirit can be cunning but at the same time can also be controlled and manipulated quite easily if it is allowed to do so, the smell of fire is always evident that you are near me.

I shiver alone in the occupied darkness and announce to all that yes I am afraid.

Written By: Christopher M. Schultz