With all hope lost one would revel in the latest victory, or so we'd like to think.
The case is different however when man fights against fellow man,
everything starts to burn.
everything that held you together
crumbles at your feet.
You owe your life to all this and now it's threatening to end you.
Gather your men take the biggest and the brightest.
Carefully explain, whether we die here today or not,
our Country as we know it will never be the same.
We headed out, 20, 30 men at our backs. willing to die,
for something that no longer exists.
The enemy is fierce and cold yet quivers on the battle field.
You know her well, she is the only one you would bow to.
Perhaps if she looked this way you could manage a way,
a way so she could know you never hated her less.
Knowing your struggle and your pain, the pain she said she'd help end.
Knowing you gave her everything you had,
she never looked once.
Calm and collected you give the signal,
the signal that will end everything you love.
the signal that will curse the name of your Queen
and disrupt her hold on this world.
Tell me now, would you find hope and something beautiful in the end?
But before you answer imagine a life without the one thing you lived for.
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Sunday, March 27, 2011
"Once upon a time the last available move in the game was giving a person a tattoo on their face with a knife."
There was never any jealousy when I knew she was mine. People would go in and out of her life so swiftly I barely acknowledged their presence. Now with the sinking weight of her love disappearing I wonder if I want it back. It's a limbo type of love, never going anywhere just waiting with the slight hope that maybe just once we could, no forget it these hopes never got us anywhere. It was never a void trying to be filled it was never a shallow rebound it was just the childish urge to call something mine. Now the only move left is to push it all away and pull the troops back to polish our boots and poison our livers.
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