A cold winter draws near
Darkness lives here
As snow whirls around
There comes a booming sound
War approaches
Like lightning, so quick
An enemy encroaches
A land, prosperous and thick
Archers and swordsman
Join the fray
A cavalry of horsemen
Clashes here this day
Death is a venerable vintage
A wine of blood and gore
A variable incentive
For the hoards to go to war

Words
Are the things I write
Combined with an image
It becomes poetry
Can't you see
It's not the words
It's not the rhythm
It's not the rhyme
It's the time
The feeling
Revealing
All you've written
In my opinion
As merely words on a page
Though I'm not a poetic sage
I am a poet filled with rage
Not a fighter for the armies of the world
A soldier
In this war of words

Once
I was a man
Consumed by the voices
Causing horrible choices
Made by a corrupted mind
But know i find
Silence
Deathly silence
Sweet silence
A clarity unrivaled
Mark
Drake
Darkness
Sly
Sam
Daemon
Thomas
Adam
All of them diminish
This series can finally finish
What it began
Now I am a man
Cured of psychotic visions of vast violence
By the occurrence
Of my mind's sweet silence

A boding of ill will
Gives him a new life, a new thrill
Enter the tenth part of torment
A past life that lies dormant
Enstilling a passion in those we've met
People die
And now I watch her cry
I thought I had found the love of my past
A friendship which runs so deep
Meets a precipice so steep
And alas
It was all a cruel lie
Causing a soul to attatch itself to a mind
The mind of this poor boy
So lost
So hurt
So cold
His life spent as a mere toy
Such a cost
What's it worth
The loss of one's hold
Making happiness so hard to find
Reality
Is a mystery
To a mind shrouded in misery
Hoping for a feeling of sincerity
Or clarity
A rarety
That his soul should be unfurled
Upon this world
So lost
So hurt
And so cold
We have all but lost control
A sickness not even it's host could fathom
Yet I'm merely a piece of this puzzle
And my name is Adam

When things are stacking up
My mind is packing up
And I've had enough
Of a world that seems to hate me
Of a world where theres no one left to save me
The new one
The lost one
The young one
All of them in my head
I wish I were dead
For causing this turmoil
Which I dread
Bury me in the soil
Before my anger is fed
By a lost tease
A new crush
And a young love
Who knows where it'll lead
Now hush
And fly away my dove
It bulds up to pull me down
Until I'm underground
Until I cant hear the sound
Of three sweet voices in which I've drowned
In love with the lost
Lost with the young
And a young friendship with the new
A voice of reason is trapped behind a door
Because where you have one voice
I have six more
Reason
Is not what they speak
Treason
Is all that they reap
I've come to a new assumption
Drowning in an emotional eruption

I'm a writer
Inside and out
I'm a liar
Is what you all shout
When my heart breaks
It blasts open the gates
Of the darkness within
I know I'm guilty as sin
My mind falters and surrenders
And now i can't remember
What they do
When they have control
They hurt who
I love and wish to hold
I thought they were gone
I thought i didn't have to run
Anymore
I'm so sore
Inside my frontal lobe
My spirit travels across the globe
As i'm expelled from my body
And I'm locked out
And i hurt everybody
And gut them like they were trout
Caught on a hook
Of mind totally shook
An empty shell
Confined to hell
As i wonder an look around
With my face to the ground
I erupt into a shout
Due to another blackout

In a world of pesimism

I am the messenger of optimism

I'll break his clouded vision

This is my only mission

To show him that there still is good in existence

I'll fight his in-mind resistance

I must bring love back to his heart

Before his subconcious falls completely apart

There once was only one

To see that this mission is done

Now I am added to this mix

Of voices, actions, and tricks

To help part six with his goal

To see that Steven doesn't turn cold

I leave you all with this solemn promise

I will pick up the peices, my name is Thomas