People from every corner of the globe fight wars just to have me.
Every man killing their own so with them I could be.
All the world requires me to be acquired.
Can't they see that the more they fight the more I retire.
Each day is a battle that is on the loose, hear me humanity and have a truce.

Finding the right ones is the hardest thing to do.
Reaching the outskirts of the world and you'll only find a few.
In most cases you can only search for the finest of companions.
Even if you get too many of them you wouldn't find their real intentions.
Not a single soul would be there to be found whenever you really are in need.
Do not be so careless for they will only use you just to satisfy their greed.
So be careful when you turn around or they will stab you on the back just so you would bleed.

Jousting knights were riding to find their quest in a barren field.
An army of wondering nobles and in their hands are the swords that they wield.
Night fell upon their aspiring esquires in a battle forged in steel.
Unsuspecting barrons have been ambushed by serfs and pages that came from the every side of the marching wheels.
A king was delightfully slain by a cowardly tretcherous duke.
Reigned by terror is his queen who witnessed his death and it made her puke.
Young was the prince who planned his father's fall, in order for him to rule the throne and be the master of all.

Volumes of uncountable notions are lurking within my brain.
Ousting like scorching flames that can evaporate the pouring rain.
Needing to let them go like prisoners breaking out of their chains.
Senseless words that comes out of nowhere like bandits raiding a train.
Hailing from far beyond my head are immeasurable yet merky words.
Incapacitating my rationality yet it brings me to a place of thinking that is about to unfold.
Restless times that exhaust me withers my mind and my wandering soul.
Entirely escaping a niche that I came to call my sanity being burried in a shallow hole.

Laughing on my own while the rest of the world laughs at me.
Only to lose more of my mentality while I hid from them this epic side of my humanity.
A portion of me is on a leash since its mostly out of control.
Denting a hardened spirit that has almost took its toll.
Burning into ashes like trees  caught up in the fire.
Only to rise up once more like a **** that never gets tired.

Over this life time I have accumulated more than I could actually handle.
An exobite of entries still not enough to have me dismantled.
These are the things that runs through my head on every rising day.
Breaking this habit is like an addictive vice that shall never be out of play.
Admiring my own sense of reality while I stay in color when the world is in grey.
Yearning to make more pieces of poetry in acronyms served on a silver tray.