Upon the Wall

Upon the wall I place my back, preparing for the up rushing battle preparing for attack. Stepping forward, dressed hiding in black. You don't respect me, I have no trust in your society. Inhale and exit breath. I am shadowrunner, the one and only hand of death. Keeping one thing in mind, I believe some shall bleed. I push forward and trusting in my own personal creed. For I have questions, I seek, I've found no answers in which I plead... Forgive me for what I must do. It seems I have lost my faith, and my love in you. My heart quickly beating, a memory fleeting. My eyes I try to hide, rushing past the insane thoughts of my own suicide. I sleep alone waiting for the ring of the telephone. Where is my promise, of my forgiveness? My tears falling splashing to the floor, I keep screaming. " Why am I here, and just what am I living for"...? I plead and ask forgiveness each and every night, memories I see flashing across my sight. This pain implanted, relief I have never been granted. It seems my life unchangeable now. So many heavy thoughts upon a weary brow. What is this life worth now? I have lived a lonely live, I feel better off dead, It seems these thoughts I can't seem to rid from my head. Is there some other way? To relieve the pain of my yesterday...? My life I have traveled, I have taken the long way around. Through my pain and misery, I continue to drown. I must move onward till they place this empty shell six feet into the ground. Until then, here I shall stay, never pressured, always and willing to play. For those who dream