A shooting star caught my eye,
like a bullet does a man about to die.
Burning free, going down.
Behind the gray horizon, beneath the low clouds.
The nightmare once haunting me, returns with vicious severity.
Blind no more, broken in the mind, building mentality,
in the chaotic core.
Suicide seems, like a lullaby.
For depressed children that believe the lie.
Believing they are worthless until they cry.
I won’t be a victim of their plague.
I’ll fight on, with my superior aim!
Casualties surface, floating up from the grave,
No longer are those soldiers slaves.
If you want a solution for war,
your living in a nightmare,
wishing upon the wrong star.
The soul must be brought up to par,
give it another shot, put the bead on the mark.
Homicide sweeps across the fields.
Watch as everyone raises swords and shields.
It seems the strong survive,
Only those with the guts for glory make it out alive.
They keep fighting, so they can live without the hive.
Masses of people surround the castle.
All wanting to know the answers,
All praying that some day they are not baffled.
Its a long wait, that's for sure, in our study, we find apathy.
Its the long awaited feeling that comes, malice.
It rules the heart, soul, and mind of man.
This was all part of the master plan,
mostly over looked because people could only hope.
That some day, men wouldn’t hang on the end of a rope.
Now here we are, our hearts are off with hate, they elope. |
