Darkest-Fire

Sleep now While I stand tall To watch over, my duty is clear To be still and silent As i carry out my orders The darkness falls The dead do not stir The birds all asleep To think this is my life In this stoney keep Some people visit The fallen and gone But i still stand tall For those not far I see them all Come and go But this little girl Fightened and scared Has nothing to fear Sleep now child For i am here.

I feel this hate. It fills me I feel it in my veins. I don't know where it comes from or why it's here. But I know how it feels. I feel as though to start killing or burning. To start something truly horrendous and just laugh like the evil from another world has taken over. But I feel something else? What is it? Is it anger? Or something different. Ah. I recognise it now. It the slow realization that I am not filled with hate but truly sadness. I realise that it's not worth it anymore. But I do not quit instead I survive. Each day is another battle won. But how long will I keep it up for? How many days months years will I go surviving for bef

And I have nothing left to lose. So I just throw myself away. Into the most dangerous situations I can find. I have found war. I fight for no one but for trying to get myself killed. I do not care anymore. I kill for the sake of killing. I am alone these soldiers beside me are just statues. They fall down like toy soldiers and I drag them back to be fixed and replaced. But it's already over my fate decided by me. I condemn myself to death by whatever I can. When I die I will find the last moment of my life filled with a numb sensation. As I slowly lose sight, hearing and finally feeling. I will bear no pain but the mental memory of her. I wil

He lies bleeding not literally but mentally. He worries for his sanity as it rots away into the night. He listens to lyrics ... sounds like him. Ever insecure something beneath the surface. Consuming/Confusing. He feels like scars are showing on his skin. Like the demons in another world are stabbing and the scars showing in the real world. The song changes ... he thinks about the people fighting: for country, for home, family? He wonders why they went, what makes them think they can make a difference or get killed trying? His mind switches to the people that may read this... what will they think ... what will they do? They will be worried bu