The End

Pain eats at me with a hunger that cannot be satisfied Darkness not even the blind would know Still I put on my mask for others to ease there pain Have a seat welcome to the show I battle the cravings Still some how wanting that sweet taste of chaos and unrest The feeling of watching bullets fly by While you stand still without a bullet proof vest I try with all my might to keep my demons locked away Remaining calm and somewhat collected My demons bring destruction while others just play I'm a man of few words I keep to myself My past is put away On an unreachable shelf Most have no clue Only stories that they've heard Mainly things that have been made up Or changed by adding a word. Down deep though I feel some thing Like the fuse never went out A desire to show others who I was The life I was about Keep pushing Remind me of how it felt I might be the Ace and eight of spades In the final hand your dealt As for now I'll stay quiet Seeing with my ears and watching with my eyes For I might be the reaper When the time comes for you to say goodbye