Lost warrior

Lost warrior

There is a grave where my heart was once in peace.

It has been used and consumed, taken piece by piece.

Now the hands that want to take my only happiness,

Reach into the black hole inside my chest.

They are searching for what remains of my soul.

They want every part of me, for then I will have to go.

They want to see me gone.

They want the last remnants; they want to silence my song.

To be a fading memory that people knew him once.

I am trapped in misery, for I have become undone.

This life I now live,

Oh this life and all it is;

This life, has been, no good for me.

All I have to give is that I give you my all,

But sometimes please I could just give it all up and fall.

I say I can no longer try to impress.

I have taken too much already I confess.

I can never be happy again, for I have no love to my name.

I only know of the same heart ache, the scars that flower my grave.

This stain remains where once there stood a mighty guardian.

The last believer in true love now stands alone in this garden.

Now all I see are dead wreathes and winter-bitten trees.

The weeds have destroyed everything that I ever held dear to me.

Life costs too much to ever pay for your mistakes.

My redemption fire is a taxation day.

There is no way to change for my train only goes forward,

Into blackness, life with no foreword.

I missed the stop, excuse my tardy arrival,

In this vastness of sea and sand, I am fighting for survival,

And the many dunes I have already crossed,

Show the gravedigger has already chosen my plot.

Devil on one shoulder, mute angel his reflection.

Cannot hear either of them reflecting on genuflection.

They give no good advice, a route to joy I cannot device.

So I crawl on my hands and knees throughout this life.

Screaming at the world, give me peace, love and empathy!

Nobody listens; listen to me!

The sound of the wind reads my fears in audible quotes.

A hopeful cry will be a silent sound, this lost warrior knows.

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