The path ahead,
I shall follow wherever my destiny brings me.
Destiny.
Disagreeable word.
Was it truly destiny that lead to my violent past?
Or my own doings?
No matter.
In front of me is only promise of peace.
Behind me is blood.
No.
Also her.
I want to return.
To how it was.
But cant.
The scar on my face as painful as memories.
Bones ache in storms?
Ha.
Scars ache in memory.
No.
There's no turning back.
There's nothing but the sky.
High and clear.
As it should.
Up ahead.
Behind is only pain.
Sorrow.
No.
A wind, urging me forward.
Where ever I may end up.
May I find peace?
And a escape from bloodshed,
Bloodshed for illusions of a better future.
A future that may never come.
Or come to no one left alive.
No.
That's not the life for me.
Or is it.
No.
Its not.
Any more.
My past can only haunt me,
Not kill me,
Not direct me.
My future,
May have a worthwhile outcome,
It may,
It must.
Only freedom,
Hope,
Peace,
May come from this,
Sudden meander
In the path that is my life.
And so,
I wander.
To wherever the wind shall take me.
When ever.
It's always darkest before dawn.
My life has been dark,
Always.
Does that mean the light shall shine,
On my life?
Does that mean a new life shall dawn?
Where all can live with out fear?
Knowing no one lurks in the shadows
Because
No one lurks in the shadows.
Or
Isn't it calmest before a storm?
Burns brightest before
It goes out?
Fine.
Let it be calm.
Let it burn bright.
Then.
Only then,
Will I give in.
I have too much to accomplish
Just to balance with the deaths
The lies
The sorrow
I alone have caused
My past.
The smell of blood.
The sound of cries.
The knowledge,
Of reality.
Harsh,
Brutal,
Merciless,
Reality.
But,
It's not my reality
Any more.
I shall follow wherever my destiny brings me.
Destiny.
Disagreeable word.
Was it truly destiny that lead to my violent past?
Or my own doings?
No matter.
In front of me is only promise of peace.
Behind me is blood.
No.
Also her.
I want to return.
To how it was.
But cant.
The scar on my face as painful as memories.
Bones ache in storms?
Ha.
Scars ache in memory.
No.
There's no turning back.
There's nothing but the sky.
High and clear.
As it should.
Up ahead.
Behind is only pain.
Sorrow.
No.
A wind, urging me forward.
Where ever I may end up.
May I find peace?
And a escape from bloodshed,
Bloodshed for illusions of a better future.
A future that may never come.
Or come to no one left alive.
No.
That's not the life for me.
Or is it.
No.
Its not.
Any more.
My past can only haunt me,
Not kill me,
Not direct me.
My future,
May have a worthwhile outcome,
It may,
It must.
Only freedom,
Hope,
Peace,
May come from this,
Sudden meander
In the path that is my life.
And so,
I wander.
To wherever the wind shall take me.
When ever.
It's always darkest before dawn.
My life has been dark,
Always.
Does that mean the light shall shine,
On my life?
Does that mean a new life shall dawn?
Where all can live with out fear?
Knowing no one lurks in the shadows
Because
No one lurks in the shadows.
Or
Isn't it calmest before a storm?
Burns brightest before
It goes out?
Fine.
Let it be calm.
Let it burn bright.
Then.
Only then,
Will I give in.
I have too much to accomplish
Just to balance with the deaths
The lies
The sorrow
I alone have caused
My past.
The smell of blood.
The sound of cries.
The knowledge,
Of reality.
Harsh,
Brutal,
Merciless,
Reality.
But,
It's not my reality
Any more.