Echoes of the past
Dreaming of a distant life.
Wanting to outlast
The life that let one be.
You saw the echoes at night
Never wanting to change
Always ready to fight
You see the change at night.
Time for talk is gone
Blown away with the wind.
Never seeing what will be.
Only this sin called life.
Walking in the night
You see it fly past.
Looking like a knight
Darkness falls past light.
Light falls and evil comes.
Night fades and goodness rises.
The dark knight from
Beyond the light is soon to rise.
Twisting, turning, and tormenting my dreams.
He sees weakness at night
At the end of his infernal scheme
Comes the age of light.
The darkness always falls,
Twisting and turning
Into the shape of a ball
It seeks to destroy my mind.
From there it fights,
And kicks and screams.
This now little dark knight.
I�ve awaken from this dream.
Shadows in the night
Looking for a fight.
Wanting to overcome
The dark of night.
Seeing their enemies fade
Wondering why their made.
Wanting to survive
A life without aid.
Wondering around the street,
Like a cop on the beat,
Looking for a fight
On this, the dark night.
They wonder why they live
With nothing left to give.
They seek the answers to why
They have to live this lie.
They are shadows in the night,
Looking for a life.
Not wanting to fight,
Just an end to their miserable plight.
It comes and it goes.
The driving force of the spirit,
The most devastating part of us
Changes like the weather.
Flows from energy.
Ever changing our mindset.
Leading us away.
Eclipsing both dark and light
Leading our everlasting plight.
Controlling our mottos,
Taking us to war.
It fills us with the best joy
And leaves us in fear.
Provides the ultimate motivation.
Gives us endless tears.
The path it leads in not visible
It is a path of life.
It makes a brave person brave.
And a sad one sad.
It makes it hard to deal with.
But in the end it�s worth it all.
Hope,
The first star
I see at night
Shields me with great light.
Dreams
The driving force
What I want to be
Hopefully for all to see.
Anger
Another part of me
Not wanting to be bad
Dreams cloud me from being mad.
Heart
The soul of myself
Pumping more than blood
Emotions are such a flood.
Sensitivity,
What I don�t want to admit
Accepting life
Without a knife.
Reflections of us are seen
Where ever were at.
Peering at our soul
Through our heads and hearts
As if their a whole.
They leave all the good,
And leave all the bad.
They try to build
Us up and give us friends
Like were a member of a guild.
They decide our life.
We pay for our acts.
Throughout all our life.
A never-ending battle
In a world of strife.
Filled with joy
The young man said
As he listened on his bed.
The sounds he heard
Filled him with joy
Giving a meaning to this boy.
As he listened he would dream,
And he would want to scream,
For he was filled with joy.
As it happened on that night,
He saw that light,
And figured his goal.
I can now do what I will,
Developing more skills,
For now I am free.
The beast that plagued me,
Finally away from me,
A way to see,
A way to be free.
Thank you for supplying this glee.
Life is a plight of
Twists and turns, crashes and burns,
Unpredicted flight.