How quick the fate of death condemns.
How young the victims are.
Everything I ever loved,
Left nothing but a scar.
~
I'd figured all there was to learn,
A book would then supply.
And yet unanswered questions stand;
Why must the noble die?
~
In time, my wounds grew numb to pain,
I simply didn't feel.
But then, I mused, perhaps in time,
I'll find I'll never heal.
~
Distractions are my only world,
Emotions I may lack.
But violence is my only life,
Wherein I may fight back.
~
How then, you ask, could I suppose,
That for me hope exists?
How could there be a prospect left,
That all this time I'd missed?
~
The answer is a simple one,
A matter of the rising sun.
However close the moon may get,
The sunrise hasn't failed me yet.
How young the victims are.
Everything I ever loved,
Left nothing but a scar.
~
I'd figured all there was to learn,
A book would then supply.
And yet unanswered questions stand;
Why must the noble die?
~
In time, my wounds grew numb to pain,
I simply didn't feel.
But then, I mused, perhaps in time,
I'll find I'll never heal.
~
Distractions are my only world,
Emotions I may lack.
But violence is my only life,
Wherein I may fight back.
~
How then, you ask, could I suppose,
That for me hope exists?
How could there be a prospect left,
That all this time I'd missed?
~
The answer is a simple one,
A matter of the rising sun.
However close the moon may get,
The sunrise hasn't failed me yet.
