I am an artist
My gun is my brush
painting the walls with your blood and no one is ever going to know.
Im silence hiding in plain site, a gun strapped to my side
I’m on the hunt for my target.
I know who you are as well all the lies you hide behind those doors.
You’re just a sad little paranoid man who will do anything to stay on his throne.
But I never wanted you dead...its just my Job.
you will never see me till its too late so its time to meet your, silent fate.
While most people Dream about perfection Im wide awake.
With a pistol in my hand, a blood soaked shirt
I break down those doors that held those secrets that killed more than me.
I speak a voiceless language
these are my words.
so listen up.  
hear the the cold lead strike
the darkness takes hold.
lying broken, cold I place rose petals on your eyes.
From the father who is just a man now.
All because of you.

I am the one,
I will move to the fortress of tricks and monsters.
I must travail alone welcoming death to my accursed soul.
The beasts of this world a wait me with their skin scaled as a serpents.
I enter to view two snakes that have the form of man,
they wield a sword and shield.
But I do not fear such creatures even if they tower over me
I raise my shield with my sword in my other hand
I move in to face them.
one after another they strike my shield, beating it as a drum.
But I will not fall
I will not bow
with a quick strike they fall like trees

I lay in the air floating
watching the sky
sun
clouds
I fall from my cloud
Feeling of falling is not one to fear
Yet it is an adventure
My wings open
My wings are made of light
I take flight into the world
I glide
Serenity take hold of My soul
The warmth of the sun’s gentle touch on my skin
I fly higher then Icarus could ever wish for
Settle beat of my heart is the Rhythm to this adventure
My Adventure to elysium

who the hell doesn’t want to be a Jedi
seriously you can control the force and **** siting  
on you couch playing cod all you want is the Mt due in the fridge an don't want to get up
force that **** over to you
like really come on you think this stuff is for nerds
no its not don’t think for one seconded that you didn’t liked something nerdy
hid it from your friends *** they thought it wasn’t cool because you have
you may not remember but you did.
there had to be a moment were you wanted to be a Jedi or join the rebellion or even the empire.
But now you all act to cool for ****
why not go back to you child hood and remember how much fun you had
playing lightsabers, wands and Nurf stuff
also when you came upon an automatic door an acted that you used the force on it
am I right or am I just a fool
I know every generation had their wish to be’s.
Maybe you weren’t a WARS fan
maybe you were a Treckie
or one for the Doctor and his big blue box
or a Wizard with an owl
but at least once in your life you were a nerd
or a fanboy or a fangirl over what you saw as the coolest thing.
Now once again who da hell wishes they were a fracking Jedi,
star fleet officer, a companion of the Doctor or even a student of Hogwarts
Raise yo hand now.

I lie there painted in red looking to my sky of sorrows praise the sun and it just might be the last thing I see.....But pain is not so easy to loose I am not any soldier I am a lot harder to **** than it seems I stand bloodied with amber eyes to light the way of war and victory My sword no longer shakes the earth it shatters it.
my strength surpasses the power of a thousand man as fire takes hold of my soul i am no longer cold I run and fight against an impenetrable wall but I am now and unstoppable force with fire as my guide so now the sun shows itself to me.
my fear has vanished my wounds have healed  my sword is no longer Iron but it is now steel it is now unbreakable as well the new heart I wield.  The strike of fire and steal
I have stepped foot into my battlefield.
my soul of fire spreads through my body engulfing it in flame but it does no burn instead it outcast the darkness which has devoured my home my roar brakes the mud of the sky so that life may show its face.
my enemies stand united in fear I stand united with the sword in my palm.
I will not fall, God has answered my prayer I will go home but only till it is safe from the cold, hate, death, and villainy.
I will walk those thousand miles so praise the sun in all its mite it will no longer be the last thing i see it will be the face of peace and love.

Iron lightning strikes, the bitter tease of blood on my lips I am a swordsman writing my poem. your blood is the ink and my sword is the pen
as i write on the field of war and death. I see the sun it peaks to the disparity of war. it can no longer gaze at us so it hides amongst clouds and corpses. its warmth has left me in the cold with only the blood of thine enemies to bring heat but my bones will never forget and will never forgive. and in that split second i find myself back in war with its pain and fear. my sword shaking the earth with every strike to **** thy enemy hearing the beating of the drums and screams of men.
Oh my God please help me hear my plea.
I know i come to you like a beggar in the street but hear me out just let me live, let me walk that thousand miles back home even as i freeze to my bones
but i am careless and of course you didn’t answer me because the pain has stopped but i’m still so cold...so very cold.
I lie there painted in red looking to my sky of sorrows, praise the sun, it just might be the last thing I see.....