He walks like he is stalking in the night. Seeking
out his prey. In fact, they are in search of him.
Turning to hide from demons within.
Lurking, Leering, grabbing hold of what's inside.
A constant battle with conflict.
Ghost from his past, trying to take over.
Haunting his every move, his past of silent
nightmares seek him out. A mighty warrior in his
day.
Death and destruction followed him, where ever
he traveled. Now time has stopped, and the
haunting begins.
Silent torment, screams fill the air, blood shot
eyes and tear stained face. As sleep comes no
more.
Striving to defeat this silent hell, he walks as if
he is stalking in the night, walking through the
bone yard of his destiny.
Mighty Warrior that he was, will soon, walk
among the souls which seek him out.
Friends he betrayed, innocent he slayed, all
wait to welcome him into their world.
Their world, for which he sent them in, a world
of silent torment. Soon to be his final resting
place.
Written By:
Donna Le
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