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
