By Laura Dee Battle
November 24, 2014
Aged a lifetime in the span of a year
Between right and wrong; the pain in my tears
I fear this is all I will ever get to know
The gloom in the clouds; the eyes of the crows
Barren land of long forgotten sons
The blood that I shed to say I had won
It's never so care free as I make it out to be
Read between the seams and see my insecurities
Don't try to understand the places I have been
Don't want you to ever know the pain I'm letting in
No longer can I hide the screams inside my dreams
Honestly, to me, not everything is what it seems
So memories deceive our daily reckoning
The weighing of the scales in days the demons sing
My chest is caving in beneath the heels of heavy boots
This toxic place of mine is breaking at it's brittle roots
I know this apocolyptic weather will make me a little rough
Remembering days of healing cuts before my skin was tough enough
I'm searching the silence in my mind for a better siren song
So, please don't mind the violence; cause my heart will never be wrong
water runs red
earth soaked in bloodshed
resting grounds dug deep
bodies scattered
children screaming
piercing ears, carried on the wind
a plague drifts through
slowly seeking out the world
Armegeddeon
caused not by our enemies
caused not by nature
but by ourselves
Religion rules the land
Politics rule the people
but neither power strong enough
A plague of Hatred
destroys all
Soon we shall have no more enemies
only ourselves to turn on
Apocolyptic sound
End of it All
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