(This is a reverse poem)

We are lost
Our generation can no longer say
“Hope lives on”
This might be difficult to take in but
Your path has been laid out for you
It is foolish to say
“We are the writers of our own lives”
It is a standing fact that
The human soul is nothing but a machine that submits to order
It is a sin to believe
“The life we are given has a purpose”
Old
Will tell the
Young
A label defines who you are
It is foolish to declare
Dreams are forged to be fulfilled
This is a reality where
We can no longer have the life we desire
It is absurd to believe
In this world, you call home
Your Destiny is yours to control
Accept that
This world provides all but choice
You'd be deceiving yourself if you believed
“Go ahead and forge your own destiny”
The past has taught you to
“Submit to the future we are given”
You are only betraying your thoughts when you say
“There is a choice in our life”
Doubt that
It is foolish to
Choose your own path
Unless you decide to turn back

These flames that exist
I will extinguish them
For I am the night
That overtakes the day
I am the blade
That pierces the light
They are the fuel
For my faded spark
I am the dark cloud
That takes flight
In the blight
Of a barren light
These embers that perish
I will relish in their ashes
For I am the darkness
Of an eternal nightmare
Ever present in the shadows
Forever unseen in the fire
I am the darkness
That clouds your mind
For in darkness you lay
While In paranoia I slay

Heads will roll
When the beast takes flight
It’s wings are blacker
Than the dark of night

The moon grows bright
On the fall of night
It’s feathers shall pierce
The dawn of light

Time shown on a mind

Of a conflict for what’s mine

The time was old

Like that of a rusty blade

Laid to rest of a barren field

Where the moon shines full

On its forgotten land

To reveal its sorrowful tale

Ever present by its essence

Forever forgotten by the stars

The light that shines from above

Shall reveal the stains

Of a land wrought by war

Blood shall run the rivers

Till time plays its part

In this tragic tale of mine

I am the shadow
Of a broken past
I am the blade
Forever unseen
I am the light,
An endless cycle

The curtains are rolling
The players are set
The audience is silent
The stage is set

The dancer without legs
The puppet without strings
The mask without a face
The stage is set

The curtains are rising
Over this ****** setting
I am the stage and
The stage is set

The scent of prey
Binds my blade
A lesser creature
Another trophy

Their heads will
Adorn my wall
A fine collection
Of glorious hunts

I never return
Empty-handed
For nothing serperates
Me from my prey

The difference between
A monster and me
Is that I am the hunter
And they are the hunted

Even the monsters
Can be made to fear
For all life fears death
And all prey fears me

I walk a ****** path
"Comfort breeds weakness"
The path of a killer
The story of a hunter

The dawn is, but a distance memory
Ever warm in its presence
Yet never lasting for one essence
From a great fire to mere embers
Moments away from ashes
For the time has come
For this symbol of peace
Yet no matter what
No matter how dire
And how scared they are
Even when their backs are against the wall
They will stand tall
And see further than the giants
That stare them down
For they are our heroes
They are the light
In our darkest hour
In this time of need
Their dying embers will shine
With the fury of a thousand fires
And shine brighter than the sun
Their flame shall burn away this darkness
For the sake of our kind
They strike, it lands, the dust settles
Their great fire now extinguished
Their embers no longer bring warmth
They are stars that no longer shine
Forever they are present
In the hearts and minds of those
Who remember them
For all shall remember
Their last stand