The Warrior, and MaidensThe Warrior, and MaidensThe Warrior, and Maidens
I look out on the field of bloodied friends I decide that I must leave and end my existence I start hitting my self, causing me pain
I feel I must deserve it
The sickness in my heart spreads
My flesh starts to decay and rot again Then out of the darkness a arrow comes
It pierces my heart and pins me to the ground I cry out in pain and try to get up
But a heavy foot pushes me down again A stern but caring voice tells me to hold still She pours something on me, it starts burning
I try to lash at her but she keeps me at
Blood on My HandsBlood on my HandsBlood on My Hands
As I look down at my hands
I see they are coved in blood
I look out before me
I see the healer lying there
She is not moving or breathing
A bloody wound gashed in her chest
I look out farther and see others
Lying there dead, bloodied
I wondered who could do such horror
Anger filled me they were going to pay They hurt my friends & justice will be served Then I realized, I was the monster It was their blood on my hands
I must pay the price
For it is their blood on my hands
-Matthew J Riddle Edi
The HealerThe HealerThe Healer
I take a step out side of my self
To see the person that I have become
What I see makes me vomit
The sickness, blood and rot
Blood oozing out of many wounds
Flesh rotting of the bone
My heart deep black with great sickness My self covered in filth I wish I could end it here
Then I see a person coming to me
A person of intrigue and great beauty Fire shines in her eyes A white cloth adorns her head
Wounds and scars can be seen on her body
Some of the wounds still have the weapons in them
Most are sewn sh
RealityPeople around me keep talking, My mind drifts...and drifts...and drifts, My heart seems to increase in its beating rate, And my focus begins to shift.Reality
I'm slipping into a reality of my own,
A world full of peace and harmony, A place where I can walk down the big city streets, Without fear of harm falling on me.
There, I can be at peace, and find my center, Its a place I can only enter, The place I can escape all of the garbage and junk that's fake, And feel like I'm a winner.
While on the outside, the conversations keep going, The comments, the
Waiting For My TurnI feel like I'm in a huge crowd, Struggling in my attempt to shout out loud, In order to let out the feeling that I yearn, For the moment to finally be my turnWaiting For My Turn
When will the moment come to past, How long will the torment last, Patience is wearing thin as I burn, For that awesome moment when it will finally be my turn
The past I can't ever seem to forget, I must affirm that I have no regret, Of the things here and there that I had to learn, In order to make it this far for my turn
It seems like everyone else is of good cheer, As if they have it a
Moving Car
Irritated
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Life is full of little mysteries... I'm one of those mysteries
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I always state the obvious... And therefore I'm always right
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There is always hope, for that is the only thing one has learned how to kill.
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"It doesn't matter what you believe in if you think everyone else is wrong" -
Matthew Good
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What you feel, is ok! it's never gonna change anyway
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Life is full of little mysteries... I'm one of those mysteries
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I always state the obvious... And therefore I'm always right
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You've crossed the finish line, Won the race but lost your mind, was it worth it after all?
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There is always hope, for that is the only thing one has learned how to kill.
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AN ECCENTRIC'S WORK IS NEVER DONE!!!
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AN ECCENTRIC'S WORK IS NEVER DONE!!!
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