Questioning there answers whilst waging another war on themselves,
With hands held high they follow another myth in search of truth,
Drugged under a jeep waiting as them panic and succumb,
Bold men take action telling us what to even say.
Holding a book close beside with little notes inside asking of minds,
Looking up into a sky so blue as they fail to see a light near by,
Showing sorrow and allowing them to win there very lives,
Do you really need to play there games this time?
Typed by Drak on 11th October 2009
Drawing regret from the truth of a thousand lies of their demise,
Walking with hope of fate in hands of uncertainty,
Recurring memories of what they've done,
Only to see that fate has no destiny.
Never supposed to say something when we see it so clearly,
Always asking and expecting to be forgiven each time,
Asking for some respect without showing,
Expecting the world to obey wishes.
Typed by Drak on 4th October 2009
Seeing only the strange parts that pass them by,
Knowing only the pain they have always felt,
Do they even see life around them,
Are they dedicated to pain?
Slipping deeply into there own nightmares each time they fall,
Seeing only there loss as they allow it to win,
Never knowing are they belong,
Do they only see pain?
Typed by Drak on 30th September 2009