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After the Storm

Sitting on the verge of insanity,
unable to show the tiniest bit of humanity.
Having a breakdown in the middle of life,
losing my every will to fight.
With a noose hanging in the back of my brain,
finding the strength to breathe difficult to maintain.
Unable to talk to the ones I love the most,
I am losing all my sense of hope.
A worthless soul in a hollow shell,
just waiting to walk that lonely staircase to hell.
Forsaken by God and all the saints,
a timely death surely awaits.
Hopefully it's fast and not too slow,
when the reaper comes knocking on my door.
If I have to cease to exist,
a hail of bullets is what I wish.
To die like a gangster in his prime,
my heart will stop on a dime.
But when I am gone please don't mourn,
only rejoice the peace after the storm.

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War

Strolling down the street hand on my gat,
with the sun at my back ready to attack.
Slow to the fight quick to react,
always marching forward never looking back.
10 months in the desert not a drop of rain,
only thing I've sen is suffering and pain.
The weight of my gear is difficult to maintain,
to end my own life I try to refrain.
Another pointless battle in an unknown frontier,
never making it home my only fear.
Another explosion in the distance all I hear,
as I push forward hoping the end is near.
Watching the sun set I sit there and pray,
that I will make it through yet another day.
All of a sudden I see a white light and hear loud bangs,
4 more friends died with the blast of that grenade.
Will I make it home I do not know,
for in my countries arms lies my soul.
My blood, sweat, and tears are my toll,
and the hope of going home is all I know.

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Quickly Passes By

Dreaming the night away,
looking for a better day,
trying to find the words to say,
knowing no more games to play.
Walls are closing in on me,
this isn't who I want to be,
Running away every evening,
from the demons in my soul.
No where left to go,
so I smoke another bowl,
and try to take my mind away,
to hopefully a better place,
all my efforts just a waste,
feeling like I just got maced,
Like i need my eyes replaced,
or I need my mind erased,
Why is life so quickly paced?
I got to slow it down,
ain't no time to mess around,
gotta remember what I vowed,
to my wife and kids,
no more stupid tricks,
knowing it'll be hard to quit,
I ball my hands into fists,
and proceed to slit my wrist,
quickly with no resistance,
on that knife we call life,
as it quickly passes by.

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Insane

Dreaming of a life of no pain,
I think I am going insane.
Why does life play with my heart?
Why is my life falling apart?
I cry and cry,but long for relief,
Like a sailor on the sea.
Holding on to what hope I have left,
I strap on my kevlar vest.
I step into this battle called life,
Bearing the worlds pain and strife.
Just as I think this world will end,
The sun shines through the clouds again.
Still I have a great fear in my mind,
For all the loved ones I leave behind.
Hoping they have better days than mine,
Praying for those drunk on the worlds wine.
One day they will leave this world too,
Blind, lost and confused.
They too will dream of a life without pain,
then again they might just go insane.

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Lifes Dark Abyss

We got our rifles on our shoulders and our vests on our chest,Running through this battlefield 
called life. So full of never ending pain and strife. Not caring about wrong and right.Staying 
grounded or taking flight.We march into the dark abyss with clenched fists.The urge to kill is 
hard to resist and the notion of love is hard to dismiss.A time when we were happy is hard to 
remeniss.We have been at war for so long, we have forgotten that orgasmic bliss or that 
sense of being wanted.Now our days are only haunted every day we are constantly taunted 
by the demons in our heads.Waking in the morning, the only thing we dread.Getting ou of 
bed to hang out with the walking dead. Dying since the day we are born. At first a mothers 
love is what we yearn.Another of lifes pages begins to turn and all those good bridges begin 
to burn.Then amongst the brimstone and fire we eventually turn into liars.Sparking off false 
truths like crossed wires. And dying in our beds in the years to come,from the reaper we will 
try to run.But to no avail we are outrun.Our souls will leave our bodies and go to heaven or 
hell.And there they will forever dwell in lifes dark abyss.

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Heavy Emotion

What is this crippling pain I feel?
It hurts so bad, but is it real?
To feel better I would give anything,
to be attractive a little joy would bring.
I know I am stupid,ugly,and dull,
all bad things weigh heavy on my soul.
What did I do wrong is all I want to know,
maybe if I knew I could climb out of this hole.
It would be nice to be understood,
to feel a warm embrace from loved ones would be good,
Oh well no one will listen or understand,
that a little love is all I demand.

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Armageddon

A cataclysmic event will soon encompass us all,
the moon will bleed and the stars will begin to fall.
Fireballs the size of cars will fall from the sky,
the waters of the planet turn to blood and begin to die.
Locusts and frogs will come from near and far,
to suffocate all the people with ice cold hearts.
The earth will suffer from many different plagues,
and most will develop from stagnate rivers and lakes.
The stench of corpses into our noses will creep,
as the ghost we know as death will begin to reap.
All humans will be deceased before there is time to mourn,
and before we know it, all good souls are to be reborn.
Given the chance to live once again,
in a world free of suffering and sin.