Endless pain, like crashing rain falling on this life again
Crushing what little good remains
Ensuing a fight for what may be gained
Like a phantom in the night;casting shadows against our plight
blocking out every sliver of light, sending shivers into the night
Falling darkness; smothering shame, all just pieces of this foul game
Desperately seeking unwarranted fame; never accepting the rightful blame.
Hardened hearts march off to war, leaving the weak to morn the gore
No one dares to ask for more, when all we know is this life; so broken and torn
Retched screams caused by unknown fiends
How can we fight that which we cannot see
What hope is left for me
Are we meant to only dream of being free
Weary souls, both good and evil
Who would have guessed they were once ordinary people
Two sides of a whole, yet such opposing goals
Destroying unity; filling it with holes
Though the battle wages on, the outcome, unsure, the damage done has left nothing pure
Yet as the last embers of love become deathly cold, we must remember to move forward, to stand strong, to forever be...bold.
