Beyond the Blade

Beyond the Blade

…. And sometimes the greatest challenge is living in my own skin

Knowing, not truly, what this flesh is I claim

My blade and conscious are my only companions

I am a simple shell of nothing behind a useless name

Yet inside, a heart still beats, bleeding to make sure it's alive

It know nothing of love but tastes the longing to learn-

Seeking a soul with which to thrive

Such thoughts fill me now as I walk the battlefield;

A dead mans blood still fresh on my hands

His lady rushes to his side, to sorrowful to weep

And again I feel the pity that only then human soul commands

And I know should I die, no one would do the same,

My meaning has no bearing on anyone's memory,

And my destiny… a broken pawn in fates cruel game

I give to my enemies what I yearn for most

But despise the death that would be in vain

I want to die looking into eyes that look back kindly

Eyes sparkling with such love and passion that it would devour all my pain

So amidst such tragedy I have searched for a happiness not meant for me

Walking the crimson that is my only path

Mocking my dreams of what will never be….

……but I still hope