Night falls as if slain by the sun
cold and alone.
The salvation for which I sacrifice myself.
flares once then dies.
Crushed by my obsession.
Hope must endure.
Your heart desires no more.
How could you tear us asunder?
My demons surrounded me,
crying to me,
“Save us from ourselves”

Dark thoughts,
Loss of hope
Fills my mind.
My memories scream to be remembered.
History remembers the lost.

I know you and me are survivors.
An army of an old fife fleet.
We travel the land of freedom igniters
A race against the world.

Practice military confrontation.
The pain of being driven by aggression.
Living life without an occupation.
The people lack information.

My thought and ways of being ill prepared.
A final battle on the stretched barrier.
A letter from an openly declared
Followed by the voice similar to **** terror.

This modern day Civil War
is fighting with ourself over our childhood depression.
The ending battle is finally tying the noose.
What side will come out in the end?

By the grave I remembered the kisses
And so I screamed.
Screamed in fear of being without you.
Your spirit comforts me.

The lord brought sorrow taking you.

He did it even though he knew.
Remembering the many memories.
The many stories.
My favorite memory,
when you clearly fell in love with me.

Death shall bring desires.
The lord of Death never retires.
When Death covers my grave
I want it to be clear,
only for you I was brave
I love you dear.
We no longer need to shed a tear.

My up coming death,
you inspire me to write.
Never satisfied even after me last breath.
I hate the way you roar, slither and scan.
Invade me mind day and through the night.
waiting, dreaming ‘bout your cunning plan.
I Idle at your foul play.
You are more able, violent, and deep.
Ice bites the debris of may,
and wintertime has the eternal sleep.
Oh who I hate you and your ways.
I adore and hate your personality.
Your stage style fills my days.
The way you destroy my mentality.
My hate for you is the sarcastic ties.
Now I must away with a stunning heart.
You get us in the end.
how are you so smart?
You’re taken my best friend,
my brother,
and my health.
Once I leave
The works I’ve weaved on the paper will grieve.

My condition, I could not awaken.
I craved the ill-started.
Insensitive, unable to love.
My heart was broken.
I send prayers to the departed.
You’re looking down from above.

The standing brought such sorrow.
What will it bring tomorrow?
Take thy condition from our my heart.
You gave e a head start.
I crave the standing and stricken logic
Of the illogical.