When you were living you never thought about...
When you died you meet death and found a swords...
I kill myself each day
i give up my life...
My feet have grown weary
from running on this path of glue...
The harden faces of newly bred soldiers
synchronized they march through the streets...
I spend much of my time observing everything you...
but I hate you...
There never is a question Why
to fights my obligation...
Thru cotton faint
blue skies so quaint...
Pieces of him fell about
as the fighting raged...
Blending amongst the rocks and sand,
seen to be as one...
Scampering on down the hall
like a dog whose found her bone...
Don't wish... Don't start
Wishing only wounds the heart...
Her face contorted to a glare,
an air of hate presided...