Staring through the glossy inferno,
a soul lost,
a soul incinerated,
there is no power greater than that
of ourselves,
an attempt to cry would do us no good,
I would refuse them all,
preparing for the end of unity.

A wide awake nightmare scared of nothing,
walking and talking,
climbing and falling,
bleeding this cold death,
following a revelation,
but the revelations past,
who will last through this rapture,
of a mind gone insane,
enduring waves of hate,
I could not remain,
our thoughts graven by a memory's past,
a tragedy a day to late,
a minute too short.

I watched as the blackened soul scraped
him off the pavement,
and wiped the blood from the floor
where the razor blade lie,
cleaned the remains beside the revolver,
took the plastic bag from the face,
turned off the car in the garage,
will we never learn,
we all lose our heads,
and we walk alone to live for nothing,
am I never the answer to your problems,
was their never a dream in your mind,
you are weak,
I dislodged myself from this illogical thinking,
too many times has it past,
too many times have I wanted it to end.

I scream to the sky above,
no one is listening,
are gods ears broken?
do we all sit and await a promise unfulfilled,
no hate compromised,
its the only thing that keeps us strong,
any more in history,
I cleansed my eyes and watched the day
turn into night once more,
visions no more
sensing my life has left me,
but still my soul remains,
my voice no longer sustains.

The madness always did surround the clatter,
so many times I looked into the sky,
scared of something but never sure of what,
the matter of beholding the unknown,
coursing thought undeniable pain,
rigid is the beauty of the dying rose,
but tainted is the thorn of a lively rose,
so why is the lively rose the one that we throw,
amongst the dead,
for they do not want to be probed by the,
alienating thorn,
so bravery and fear are all the same,
it takes a brave man to walk away and not look back,
but it takes a coward to never get in a confrontation,
so which is the better man.

maybe we are all just a seemingly endless
black hole,
or we might have a life something to live for,
shaming,
a shame we have all felt,
but darkness never kept,
a thorn an arrow a average man,
a little piece of bravery a little cowardliness,
me and you we are this,
an un-nameable break,
a sorrowful moan in the morning sky,
a tear in the widows eye,
we all shatter with a strong enough blow.
 
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