SwordmasterXxx

I realize, At the end of each day. There's this moment, When I remember. Everything that I lost comes back to me. All that work, That wasn't done. All those good times, That are history. All my failures that I realize, Are still with me. At the end of each day I realize... What I could of done, If I had the knowledge. What I would of done, If I only knew. What I should of done, To make it better. Instead I just push it. Push it back into that part of my brain, Between awake and asleep. My limbo. My purgatory. Where all my shit I want to forget, Sits and stirs. Waiting for that small window,  When I pass by. Waiting to remind me, Waiting to ge

Some people look, for my key. …What key? To my heart? To my soul? What’s your business, in me? You do not know, what I hold inside… But neither do I. I have smelted that key, and made a lock. I have torched the combination, and gave it to the wind. I have closed the bars, and welded them shut. I am a fortress… The brick wall, at a dead end ally. The cell bars, of a level five prison. Impregnable I say… But nothing truly is. I see a shadow, a figure in the distance. One that needs no key. She approaches, ready. Only a hammer and pick, to take down my wall. Only a screwdriver and wrench, to dismantle my fortres

Words, a powerful thing to use. with the right words anything can happen. Feet stomping. hands shaking... "write it", he said. The pen is mightier then the sword and you shall smite your enemies. You shall win her heart, "no". Words can hurt, vile things wrap like vines. Twisted in ways you did not mean to say. Constricted to the bone scaring them away. ...Don't go. "Pick up that pen!" I was told, "write what you feel" what do I feel? confused, scared, alone. "I feel nothing." "Nothing?!!!" he said with a disappointed tone. Words can heal, make a smile. They can hurt and make a tear. Footsteps running away, I made you go. "

1) I was 2) The kid that never spoke a word, 3) The kid that hid in the back of the room. 4) The one for all the laughs, 5) The fingers all pointed in my direction, 6) Loose weight they say, 7) I don't speak up. 8) The one who whispers- 9) Leave me alone… 10) Go away.... 11) They never did. 12) The boy 13) Who expresses through a pencil, 14) Ideas portrayed on a 2D object. 15) Who shades his insecurities with clothing. 16) That couldn't lift a desk with one hand, 17) That couldn't run one tenth of a mile straight. 18) With imbeciles as friends, 19) That made his days brighter. 20) Who spoke up at times, 21) But still

There's all those ways to go, to get it over with. Along fall to the scenery, the short drop and a sudden stop, and being on the wrong end of the barrel. The names it has, suicide.... the easy way out... giving up... Ive always called it the coward's way out. Leaving your responsibilities, the people you love, everything you hold dear. I start to think. Fuck responsibilities, there's nothing i cant live without, and who would miss me... Feeling so alone, I walk through the halls like a plague. It's like they're scarred of me. I feel like I'm nothing. Wandering the halls I look, couple after couple. Just increasing my an

Night after night, the dreams come. So close... So close to reality its as if they were memories. Invisible... Impenetrable... Indestructible... All things I have to be for the ones I love. I see it... Details, as if it was real. ... They all die. One after another they fall to blood covered hands. Slain by the shadow that haunts my heart. The monster that fights hard to breakout. ...... I killed them. The people I love, massacred at my feet. It's all so real.... As my heart finally broke it let it out. The demon inside of me took control. More fierce than the devil himself. So I work, day by day. Not afraid to collapse, not

One man, hiding from society's wrath In the great forests, he lives his life free Feared from others, no one crosses his path From day to day, survival is the key From hunting to hiking the day is gone the dead silence of night gives him a chill Birds chirp as the sun rises to his lawn His day proceeds bringing home the day's kill Maybe he washes up or goes running but everyday he looks over the world He looks at the beauty of it, stunning Also the parts that are twisted and curled Sitting up high, like he is on a throne looking down, he is glad he is alone.

It's funny not to know who you are anymore. You try so hard for people to like you, but you just ultimately fail.... I do not know who I am anymore, I have no purpose, no destiny. All I see in my future is death, for me and all the people around me. My one fear is the things yet to come, my fear is overwhelmed at this moment. Anything could happen, everything could go wrong. Am I a failure at life? Do I have a future? Unknown to me, I drift through life, trying to find where I belong. My purpose, my destiny.......... Am I to kill or create, love or hate, live or die? I might not know my destiny or purpose in this world, but I