I am weak
I do not have the strength to beat this cruel world
I am... utterly... and inevitably...
     ...  defeated

A down trodden path.

A rainy night.

Muddy boots.

****** hands.

Marching on.

And on.

And on.

Tear stained cheeks.

Eyes filled with terror.

Hopeless,

Lonely,

Broken,

and

Defeated.

What day is it?....
Oh... !!!
Why couldn't it be yesterday?!
I survived yesterday.

There are too many days..... I cant do this many days. Too many days where darkness wins. Fate laughs endlessly. I am Fate's comedic performer and he laughs without end. Like a donkey behind a carrot I am led and with the rasp of a donkey's bray Fate's laughter rings in my ears.
I don't think I can do this. Where joy is substituted by despair and happiness succumbs to death.... and the symphony of laughter is the tune. The strings on this puppet are frayed and worn but the puppeteer is relentless. How do you fix the strings of a puppet in motion? Who will catch the puppet if he falls? I can hear no answers above the laughter that rings in my ears and so this puppet on tattered strings dances on to the tune that Fate maintains. How long is a piece of string? It matters not if the string can carry no weight.

I hope she treats you well
because I haven't been good myself

talking on the phone
i think it's early morn
wishing i was fast asleep
but i guess there's nothing i want more

body full of aches
but your voice shakes the pain away

i think that it's been good
i guess
you and her
for you 's the best

i guess i can't quite accept
that my time well spent
was nothing
and

i like you
hell, i love you
but it's not me,
i see

i guess this is reality

Our love was so complete.
Why do you even have to cheat?
Your voice is so sweet.
Too bad it’s used to mistreat
Your kiss is such a treat
But it burned me in heat.
You don’t need to compete.
You’re the best at deceit.
Still my love for you won’t deplete.
I must accept defeat.
My love for you is indiscreet.
Your love for me is incomplete.

Lying in the grass during a dark night
Lit moon
Half dressed
Half torn
Something's tugging you from down under

The grass equally cut around you  
It feels like
A blank stare

The name we were given, even before we were born, before we were weaved into existence.
Cities on a hill, we were made to be found.
Don't hide.
There are the Children of Darkness too,
they hide, waiting to ambush, to destroy, only to destroy themselves without knowing for they are blind. Blind to what they are doing.
that all they do is tell half-truths and lies.
Children of Light, its time we unite, to shine in a burning light within, burning bright.
Its about time the Children of Darkness go, it's about time they fade away, down to their bones, its time we change them, to be one of us.
Children of Light, it's about time we take flight.
And do our task!