The ground is stained as a reminder
Of the battle that took place here
Rain has washed away the memories
But not drowned away the fear

Guns were fired, lives were lost
Hearts were broken on this land
No life dares ever grow here
As token to those who still stand

The moon never shines it light
On this dreary barren ground
The skies are always cloudy grey
To keep the sadness hanging around

The graves are built to weather the storm
But lonely, no flowers make their beds
With nobody to remember this
There’s no one here to rest their heads

Grey
the void between
Black and White
           neither
Dark nor Light
it's Purity
has been tainted
but it is not yet
           Evil
Sorrowful
but tinged with
             Hope
always on the Edge
but never quite
           There
representation of the Insane
and the Successful
it means so little
            Yet...
nothing is ever just
Black
        and
                 White

Fight me with every step
Push away with every breath
Denial is love's greatest curse
With no knowledge, there is no hurt

A brush of hands, a stolen look
Can't be taught, nor learnt from book
Hard to forget the mind's well-known
Hard to heal the stitches sewn

Scared of all the open wounds
So sure of an impending doom
Too much risk to cross that line
The heart does not believe these lies

Eventually all will fall below
Ride the highest highs and lowest lows
Don't run from what you can't resist
The further you go, the more it persists

Like the ticking of a clock,
My heart beats in my ears.
I wait for the sound of it to stop,
As I have for many years.

Yet endlessly the ticking goes,
A bomb waiting to burst.
Tirelessly, it outlasts my foes,
Myself alone spared, forever cursed.

The fuse is spent, but there is no flame,
A sputtering spark, lost and confused.
No further items to catch the blame,
Wandering helplessly, battered and bruised.

Searching for some long lost hope,
My tired feet drag me through the days.
I keep dropping to the end of my rope,
Yet there's always more room, despite the frays.

Like the ticking of the clock,
My heart beats in my ears.
I wait hopelessly for it to stop,
As it beats to the rhythm of my tears.

"It's cold," She said.
The stars, they laughed.
A frown marred her pretty face.

Esteem now dead,
The time, it passed.
Her eyes picked up the waste.

"You're mean," She dared.
The sky, it fell.
Her words died on the breeze.

"Not now," She cared.
Her eyes, they tell.
The truth dies in the seas.