posers

I have smeared my honour ..
As the golden crown that is my dignity was tarnished that day
I realised nothing was ever to be the same ..
I bled myself and the would cuts deep ...
The honour to call you my brothers ... I have lost ..
The fight with the demons within .. I have lost ..
Given in to temptations ... given in to what I knew was wrong
The horrors I battle in my head each day ...
Your meager earth bound problems mean nothing ...
Your little cries and pleas for good luck ..
What is luck but not a figment of imagination
The truth is our honour was never ours alone ..
It never has been ...
It instead has always been the belonging of those who loved us..
And I foolishly corrupted it ...
Like a blinded general not listening to his troops and charging straight into
Certain death ....
No more voices call out to me .. I am all alone ..
The world start caving in .. and I am at the eye of the vortex
All alone ... all broken...
You write fantasies of a dark post apocalyptic world you do not know or understand
So go ahead and lead your stupid barbie doll lives .. and conform to the communistic regime
For you romanticised the worst feeling of all ..
Helplessness...
A feeling that hangs heavily on my shoulders ..
The truth is hidden within the lines... and you will never see me in the same light again ...