As the masters shadows reached across his helm,
the heartbeat of the warrior begins to overwhelm,
a taken blade in the grip of tightening glove,
slayed the dragon for the impressing his love,
the red blood showers down as his stand is still,
awaiting the last breath of the beast he set to kill,
pools of bleeding rivers wash across the ground,
as the beating heart of its life lasts no longer sound,
opening his eyes to show his proud moment here,
never having a moment of pressure brought on by fear.

Again the moon shone with infinite blue,
igniting the surface of the watery hue,
mists spinning over broken waves,
echoes within the darkest caves,
beyond the light into that black,
down deeper right at the back,
dwells the shadows of desire,
nothing more with nothing higher,
with no features to explain their being,
without the light to say what you are seeing,
about how one can know they even could exist,
if the voice of believing says how can one resist,
as the shadows desire nothing said to forever more,
how do we know when lies are set to evenly pour.

the lines stream across when his mouth opens wide,
with them all rippling in each thing he can decide,
complaints come from every place in sight,
even if the proof of that thing was given right,
never winning if too light or too burnt toast,
but one simple thing is more true than most,
the want to be communicating about something near,
as being alone and left in isolation is the great fear,
nothing can compare to that feelings hurt,
the negative things he says keep him alert.

I never know what day its not,
but i held on to nothing i haven't got,
places of mine are never marked,
for adventures lived only after embarked,
scenery seen with rain pouring down,
flooded in the forever underwater drown,
swimming up into the clouds reflections,
the tears in the eyes multiple projections,
casting nets gather only my rotten skin,
as my bones and heart swirl deeply within,
my sense of life seemed to be detached,
although i never was completely matched,
frozen in the daze of never ending light,
to open those eyes against revealing my sight,
questions of if this was only more an emotion,
my subconscious mind sinks into the dark ocean.

Reaching for the door as the handle creaks,
voices from behind the wood always speaks,
opening the door with hinges grinding turn,
the air flows between with smells of concern,
entering through with blindness of the eyes,
ripples of currents swirl as the mouth dries,
fingers grip the trigger with sweating between,
while they are all heard but completely unseen,
along the corridor and to another door,
touching it near the top and feeling nothing more,
turning the handle as twisting is never good,
a force pushing from below is now understood,
stepping backwards as the trail is now at its end,
trust comes from behind from that supportive friend.

I searched for that which was missing,
before they were always hugging and kissing,
never out of each others embrace,
a smile was always on their face,
now i do not see them here or there,
and now i have looked for them everywhere,
not on the kitchen table or under the bed,
hiding away somewhere else instead,
this i do not know as i never see,
perhaps something is wrong with me.

So i buried them deep below the underground,
hearing their screams of muffled sound,
moving in reverse from the place of death,
my tears stream with each taken breath,
muscles tell me that i should be in pain,
with only thoughts of the act in my brain,
dirt covers my pale sweating skin,
as myself is the one truly buried within.

I awaited the waiting worries of war,
fell into the depths of nothing more,
borrowed the bits from brothers beers,
followed the fathers of faking fears,
remembered the bad instead of the good,
because my mind saw it but never understood,
phrases told me to be true to ones self,
but those words don't say how to make wealth,
in the days of ending all die poor of things,
while in some religions we all grow wings,
they left behind what love is as most do,
the powers are given by the people and you.

Cracking bones of spinal cord,
pills no effect and cannot afford,
unable to work with this much pain,
stability of mind and insanity of brain,
aches like electric shocks spike quick,
while the chemicals make more sick,
unable to move when need to do,
cannot explain from any point of view,
nodding with agreement hurts more,
holding back the tears that should pour,
late at night when it is worse,
what was done to deserve this curse.

They do not try to be that one,
but they are there like the rising sun,
the face among the closed gaps,
hands together in constant claps,
blank but true in their worded inspires,
filling almost all of your in need desires,
held together with open hugging grasp,
with fingers interlocked in tightening clasp,
forever envisioned to be more than great,
but someone out there has their hate,
greed overtakes the matters of care,
the times overshadow without compare,
blinding the darkness with lightning strikes,
by someone who's trustless of dislikes,
jealous of the fact that the one is pure,
thought of as the disease and them the cure.