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Mar 2015
Walking in the dead of night
Street lamps going dark as I walk under them
Am I lost or not wanting to be found
These things in my soul no one understands

Walking in the cool night air
The thoughts rip through my mind
These limits where broken
Humanity stripped away leaving nothing

Craving to use this power
The dark creeping in my heart
Was this what I was intended for
Blood thirst

Walking alone what am I looking for
Knowing I was trained to win
Cold and unforgiving
Can I stay my hand a little longer

Nothing bringing me peace
This walk though the ally
Looking for trouble
A proving ground

Fighting is what I know
Am I a man fighting his demons
Or the demon who killed the man
It seems so far away

Am I looking to feel the rush
Or maybe to step to the edge again
Seeing if I can hold back
Just.. a.. little.. longer..

Maybe if I can find some where
In a place its deserved
I would not feel so bad
When I see the horror in peoples eyes

This thing
Demon or a monster
You see it in there eyes
Thats why I call my self that

So I chose to walk alone
Rather then see it again
In the eyes of some one I love
Push it all away and run

But looking up
There is a light
Glittering in the distance
Warmth drawing me in

Slowly I walk to it
Picking up speed
Faster and faster yet
I it hates the light

Freedom
Embrace me
Please don't fade
Calming in its glow

This pain
Struggling in the light
Washing the dark out of me
Please I beg

Leave the light on
I am almost home
I am some one who struggles with post traumatic stress disorder.
I used to hide it and try to be "normal"
For a long time I pushed people away so I wont hurt them
  Tho some people would not go and I tried to
help them understand the "Monster" but could never get the point
So maybe this will help them understand what I mean and how they helped me so much by not giving up when I was hurting.
Thank you
Ranger
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Ranger  In the Dark
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