i realise how insecure my pedestel has always been, and crouch away into the dark side.

i cry a river of crimson larva,
my heart it shatters.
the world son fragile how superficial.
nothing goes further then the occasional hello.
the strength of unity of brotherhood .
where has it gone.
my brothers you have my backing, for i will support you in all you do.
my fellow friends, what have we become , but just a mere smudge upon the wall of existence
i turn towards my reflection clear beads of tears rolling down my cheeks.
so beautiful so colorful
yet with the slightest touch, it shatters beyond hope of repair.
where is the line that which we must draw?
our boundaries.
i can no longer see wrong from right.
the blood drain it causes poor decision making.
in hampered sanity, i limp forward.
the noun "i" used solely to depict the fact that which the superficiality pains me to the extent that which i can no longer consider us using a collective adjective.
alone
alone

as they once suggested .ALL these frail twine supports cannot ever be considered in conparison to one single steel cable

we're saving our own lives.

its a chance for us.
a chance for all of man kind.
united as one.
helping each and every one of us.
no barriers of religion.
no barriers of nationality.
no hatred for one another.
a brotherhood of humanity
for the world because of the world
save the wounded
heal the sick
take care of those around you whom require your aid.
no false pretenses
no hidden agendas.
just a cohesive human race
standing together
leaning upon each other for support.
no lies
no hate
no wrath
no greed
no lust
no vanity
no jealousy
no more are we one person
let us move beyond that
now we shall be..
Humanity's helping hand.

demons they haunt me

i fear for you. i stare in horror at the things i see through my night black eyes.
a monster beyond the void is haunting my every move.
i see its face in every mirror, or pool of water
as trains pass me by , he grips my soul
he never lets go.
waiting for a time when i slip.
he will possess my body
claiming it in his rights
a beast i become
that which the 7 cardinals will all be broken
the moral pillar will be shaken
but i shall persist on.
keeping my core beliefs.
with the lords strength he banishes this demon from my soul
he grants me forgiveness for my weaknesses
he grants me strength and eternal life
it is in him i realise
it is through my lords power i am who i am
and the only way i can be who i aim to be.

the truth so sad it pains so hard
the wakening of my still beating heart
so fly forth forward
so cry on the clouds the world will be your comfort
your mind runs wild . its the first time people have noticed it.
its a whole new playing field that which i am not ready for.
so watch this fall,
into it all..
going pass my mind's past erasing all my prejudice against the world.
and in no time.
i hope our voices are heard.
that you will accept my apology.

to her with the sleek bronze tail.

as the last of the golden beams retreated for the day,
the hour long darkness began to pollute the cerulean atmosphere
..
down by a deserted alley, a tiny creature begins her nightly routine.
stalking up worn down fences..
the nights these days are getting colder she thought to herself, prancing gingerly through heaps of rubble..
the pale blue moon, whining in the empathetic cresent not a care for the many down below. selfishly guarding the golden rays of light from us down below.
her skin of perfect pink ivory, guarded by a coat of gold stripped bronze fur...
her ears twitching in the beautiful midnight moon-breeze.
she senses a faint smell of sulfur in the air.
her spine freezes.
she recognizes the smell, that which left her orphan all these years.
dark shadows appear in the distant clearings..
she screeches and bolts away.
the shadows seem to be gaining on her quickly.
she makes a sharp turn..
heart ponding like a drum, as she feels warm blood rushing into her ears...

and at this point, the writer decides to leave his workstation and bring himself back down to earth back down to his squalid workstation in a mouldy and dusty office.

--to wherest it came so it shall return.
to whom dis was dedicated to, i shall not forget.
the path is long and may you walk through it justly.

this were to be his final moments

the turn-coat
tiny beads of water turned to ink as the rolled down his umbrella
the noise of his surroundings muffled a silent coughing noise
his comrade in front of him hugs her body as her white evening gown turns a deep hue of velvet red.
the mole in the organization
he shed his blue uniform
he left it in the rain
blood-stained and rain-soaked
he scoffed at the ghastly sights of those whom he had murdered.
double the agent, double the glory
he reached into his beige pants and pulled out fine white powder, and inhaled it.
a momentary rush, as life around him seemed to slow down
a creak
in one fell swoop he withdrew his pistol, zeroed it, aimed it.
bang!
he was too slow..
he hesitated ..
this time it was his ebony cloak's turn to drip the faint smell of oxidising iron
from a pool of crimson nothing-ness

Knowledge
in this world of lawlessness
who is to judge of one's quality inferiority
our leaders ,the world's leaders gathered
swearing to instill in each of us the knowledge
to keep us going . To keep them going.
Hoping that in the masses of millions of people
there would be a handful of us capable to use this knowledge
for the betterment of the world ,for the betterment of mankind
who is to judge
progress ,downfall
each in it's own is but a ratio created in comparisson to our past.
One shot
wish for a better world
a dreamer
a sleeper
who is to judge of the difference