right after the giant destructive war, the silence is heard with nothing more, another day to live if still alive, as the losers are those who survive, memories of the pain and hurt swirl in their mind, some still see it when they go blind, while those dead are honored in memorial stone, but we don't speak to those and leave them alone, as we complain about a splinter deep within, not knowing their stories or where to begin, their friends could have died in front of their face, as we modern people leave each other with no trace, if we were presented to fight a common enemy along side, would you fight next to me or turn and hide.

i haven't eaten and i haven't slept, i haven't moved and haven't leaped, i haven't seen and haven't heard, i haven't spoke or haven't said a word, I haven't risked and haven't braved an unknown, I haven't watched or haven't been shown, I haven't started and haven't finished, I haven't an idea that I haven't diminished, I haven't the strength or haven't tried, I haven't laughed and haven't cried, I haven't more because I haven't less, because i am just a mess.

burning bright eyes covered by lids of hot scales,
shining hot feet with sharp clawed nails,
pulsing lava blood through the veins underneath,
lifting his head and smiling from his many teeth,
horns out of his skull so thick and bent back,
with a tail to the sky strong to use as an attack,
walking on claws to not burn the ground,
as always the crackles of the fiery sound,
his body built for fighting but his love made to be kind,
looking past all the heat is someone to keep in mind,
to make you feel good when times are so bad,
bringing the happiness when you are so sad,
it doesn't burn when the love is so much,
for the fire inside you makes you hard to touch,
you just have to find that spark to ignite,
because you have it to make everything alright.

the pressures build and the pressures enhance,
as the needs for more with needs for romance,
with a broken heart and a broken will,
creates a want for revenge and a want to kill,
to follow through or go through the deed,
is built on love with the love one will need,
romance lost forever to forever weigh,
as the pressure is off and off it will stay.

whats up with this and up with that,
when everything puts you down flat,
they go higher when you are lower,
when all is faster you move slower,
can't keep up when your level is down,
they are the big city when you are the town,
burning brighter when you just began to spark,
how can you shine if its always dark,
but its ok to go at your own pace,
for it was never meant to be a race,
left behind so what look at the view,
learning more as you slowly grew,
they are at the end and bored out of their mind,
while you are experiencing things different left behind,
they have stopped at their highest peak,
then you pass them by because you are not weak.

the kitchen sinks down into the deep,
as waters rush in to drift off to sleep,
running legs of those waters stop,
as they fly over a thousand feet on top,
waving goodbye to the beach,
selling for a price of two for one each,
as the tree gets up and leaves,
the talking mouth never believes,
coming back to turn down drive way,
here is where my sanity can stay.

Stress of work hope to go the hell away, but sending them there will not always stay, pushing out the fears and hatred from within, just renews them stronger to eventually win, hold them inside and cover them happy feelings of care, change their ways to better prepare, you shouldn't control the bad when you are good, i hope what i say is better understood, when all people do is complain and moan, about the things they have and things they want to own, but if someone gets it all what do they still do, constantly complain about things to you, try to help but it will only leave you drained, they just are experts on how to get things when they complained, be happy with things you have and enjoy, remember when you were a little girl or boy, or with someone you know as a child, when things weren't so complicated and wild, a baby is happy to play with the box the toy came, why can't we learn from that and be a little the same.

cupped in the hands as it rains from above,
they drink the sky to show their lord love,
but higher than the clouds stands the lord so tall,
as he takes a leak with the pee to rainfall,
sprinkles of splatter expand over the place,
to grow the trees and grass replenish and replace,
but unknown to those who think it is pure,
should know that it was no different than drinking the sewer.

the secrets were held tight in the box,
hidden away with dust covered locks,
forgotten it stayed for times passed,
to eventually being found at last,
opened easy with a pick of the hole,
the box was opened revealing a doll,
some papers neat and in a pile,
for reading them would take a while,
blowing the dust from them to read,
for the story inside was good indeed,
it told of things never imagined before,
as the eyes kept going until sore,
sleeping next to the box opened near,
the dreams of the mind filled with fear,
opening eyes later to find the box shut,
the morning felt strange in the gut,
coming down the stairs to see things not the same,
looking back up to see where he came,
no cars outside in the yard,
as the headache began to get hard,
seeing a horse pulling a kart,
as the feelings of what happened start,
traveled back in time to what was written the book,
he walked outside to take a closer look,
trees once bigger now smaller in size,
as he turns to rub his tired eyes,
the fear sinks in running back inside,
back up in the attic to hide,
then seeing the box still in the same place,
opening it once again to see a blank space,
no doll and no paper at all to show,
for they were something he needed to know,
taking paper from down the stairs,
then seeing the doll he gets and prepares,
writing the story so his future self will see,
and not go back in time for this place to be.

the fight went on for hours turning them battered and bruised,
as each kept the strength to stand and giving up was refused,
so much money and so much was riding on this fight,
as they kept going while lit by each car headlight,
another hit to the head turned one dazed for his stand,
as the other shook off the pain in his right hand,
with one eye so puffed he couldn't see him come,
falling back to lean against the burning oil drum,
thinking of a strategy the weakening man talks,
as the other listens from his dancing steps he walks,
he speaks of the other fighting for his loving girl,
as the thoughts of her begin to swirl,
then he whispers about her only caring about his money,
as the other laughs a little thinking it is funny,
but deep down inside he knows he is correct,
with this moment he gets knocked out with a right hook to connect,
laying in the dirt with his mind still going over the pain,
as he lost in this fight with something left to gain.