Start by closing my eyes,
let me take a breath,
step back,
and brace myself,
you might as well take a seat,
for me to say anything,
such is a feat,
pausing as I envelope,
lungs expand,
contract,
release,
I hope my mouth can put into words,
the thoughts that circle my brain,
stutters,
"ughs",
"ooos",
nothing of form,
I'll stop once more,
k let my try this again,
I can see the feeling,
thick like fog,
but how to convey,
look at my clock,
seconds pass,
57 since I said a word,
58,
59,
****,
I'm so nervous,
just let the words out,
a slip of the tongue,

"I".....
another pause,
but the attentions grabbed,

"Im"...
keep going,
you've got it now,
press forward,

"Im sorry"...
the gates open,
water floods,

"Im sorry for the pain,
I was an ***,
I was to blame,
I can see my mistakes,
but its too late,
I'm sorry my love
for my love wasn't enough,
hence I was fragile,
as not to break,
but you broke me down,
I can't repair,
I'll never forget,
I'm sorry I'll wait,
for you,
whether you know it or not,
alone I'll sit,
along with the quant,
humble my breath,
I know I'm to BLAME,
I'm sorry I didn't put the smile on your face,
even though you gave me the chance,
a thousand times,
once and again,
I hope your happy as a clam,
just answer me back,
you need not feel the same,
I wait for your response,
just a remark,
to know I am heard,"

but when I open my eyes
to see your face,
this face I love,
alas Im alone,
with no one to be heard,
just a second to late.

I wonder if people feel the same,
questioning, pondering,
not knowing in nature,

I wonder if the masses as they walk the streets,
tiny ants carrying a thousand times they're defeat,
see the light refract and carry back,
images form and recollect,
cellulose film with a story to tell,

I wonder if the girl that gives me the smile,
had depth in wondering the same,
had she known the butterflies that ran through my skin,
a feeling of jumping from a formidable cliff,
not for hate, degradation, abhorrence, malevolence or animosity,
but just the opposite,
to show the love we carry
in the arms of adoration,
hydraulic hearts
pumping fidelity, fondness, and friendship,
fueled by breaths of fresh air,
in that smile we shared,

I wonder if the ones who hate,
can also love,
does the man covered in mud,
slopped in filth, mayhem and blithe,
lye by choice,
or is it easier said than done,
would a good man cover himself in blood,
if honest true and to the point,

so I'll sit on this bench,
birds chirp as the children play,
dogs off leashes,
running amuck,
but who can place blame,
as being put on a leash,
restricts our breath,
causing no smile,
not to breath our fresh air,
to pump our hearts,
giving us love,

so I lastly wonder,
had I had the nerves,
to just say hi,
would you have stopped
or just said good bye,
will I be the man I wish,
or am I the man in filth?

This wind sounds of wolves,
Stampeding across the world, 
Children devouring souls,
Lead the child, 
In knowing my name,
So know this, 
With the etherial handshake,
In the province of hatred,
 This is Your curse,
I'll drink to your demise,
Blackened skies,
Behold the valleys,
Covered in frost,
Fathom this,
Appreciate,
Approbate, 
And recognize,
The martyrs cost,
Paying for blood,
In vast sin,
Raise your glasses,
I'll salute,
Heres to you, 
And many more.

Wolf in the winter cold,
jaw narrow,
good for striking hard,
no brother by my side,
only fur on my back,
violent beast attacks,
downpour of teeth to flesh,
as my sword penetrates,
I feel its heart,
cold and black,
run through the sword,
and down my hand,
soul of this wolf,
not of this world,
for as soon as it passed,
the beast turned to ash.

The calm sought by man,
finding absynthe in truth,
holy abyss of moon and star,
I'm alone in paradigm,
Find the calm in yourself,
for it's all in your head,
hold me close my friend,
for gravity melts,
as I float above,
can't think the same,
reality lost,
for I am my own god,
I am my creation.

In this chapter of life,
I decipher decisions with my knife,
resting under a tree,
staying out of the light,
i know i must stay alive,
resting my hand on the hilt of my sword,
standing for battle once more,
I lower my mask,
to show my evil core,
a wondering ronin bent on settling a score,

I fight for family,
and poverish,
and anyones who's suffered,
my katana will strike for you,
pride of the samurai,
fire falls from the sky,
let the gods cry tonight,
tonight, tonight,

Using my thumb,
I release my zanpakuto from its sheath,
I'm ready to strike at any time,
but first i think of the ones i love,
for if it wasn't for them,
I wouldn't be standing today,
glancing down to see the three skulls hanging from my waist, residing next to my knife,
the man whom taught me to fight,
the day he died,
he lied in my arms,
i love.....
never getting to say who,
might have been the first time my father cried,
the same king hath slain dad in my eye,
was the same man,
to burn my son alive,
only proceeding to **** and **** my wife,
she ceased to cry,
I never shed a tear,
just held their screaming heads for all to hear,
i started to walk,

I fight for family,
and poverish,
and anyones whos suffered,
my katana will strike for you,
pride of the samurai,
fire falls from the sky,
let the gods cry tonight,
tonight, tonight,

With every clinching strike,
I **** the demons underlings,
slicing and hacking,
I remember each and every soul,
I'll pray for them,
not to be ***** in hell,
standing before the demon king,
grabbing my sword I don't even need,
I could **** this man with one bare hand,
he'll cower in fear as my kin never did,
I cut him once across his chest,
splitting his cage of once were ribs,
his organs spill to the ground,
finger through the blood,
lower down to grab his heart,
palmed his head in my bare fist,
raising my sword to his neck,
you think this is pain?
try hell,
with that said,
I split his head from his neck,
tying his hair to my belt,
a fourth skull i must hold.

I in my life,
have the life entire,
to prove this wrong,
In about one hundred years strong,
you wont believe in god,
As the age of pisces hath passed on,
the bull and the ram,
long since been gone,

the lamb and the goat,
the stupid and weak,
will prey upon,
come the wolves in heat.