FindingMuse

Blinding Darkness, Completely controlling, Merciful to none, Engulfing all light. This never ending void In which we all are stuck in, Onily one remains, One With a Eternal light. This light that cannot be extinguished. They try to save all, They know they cannot save all, And yet they still try. And by some miracle, They choose me. Guiding me with this eternal light You lead me through the sea of lost souls, And I gladly accept the hope you provide, Blindly following my savior, You take me to the eternal light. This light that would have burned my tainted soul, This light that you have used to save me, It is where I will die, It is wher

Death defying. High flying, Im at the top of the world. Courage rising, But without good reason For nothing ahead lays in wait except atrocities. Turning around. I see it is truly no better than what lays behind. I am at the top of the world. Yet even with this rush of adrenilne, There is fear, There is a foreboding sense of weariness. But I know. Without these bad emotions, There are no good ones. So instead of giving into the emotions that pain me. I focus on the hapiness that will eventually follow. And the atorcities vanish, Leaving me with a clear path And i choose to walk it.

Taking life in stride, Time flying by. Feels like im running, But then I realize im going all to slow. Time ticks by And i dont know why. For every moment it goes by I wonder, How do ever live like this How do i ever go on with this. And then i know, That life will slow down, That life will speed up, But i can not be left behind Life will speed up, But it will always slow down. Just when I find my pace, Life speeds up, It goes faster than i know. Time flys by, Life goes fast. And it nearly leaves me behind.

   The crisp grass crinkles under his feet, Hes the first to walk these sacred grounds in years. Unwilling to believe the traveling merchant with the one eye had lied to him, He continued along the weed covered trail. Birds swoop down, Unusual behavior for a area so calm. Then he realizes why, Horses rapidly approach on him, Leading the horses through the once peacful meadow is the merchant who had so kindly invited him into the caravan, The person he had trusted in. This man would pay.   Drawing his sword he stood firmly in his place, Dropping it into the ground he let the blade sink. Unhooking his bow he fired a a rrow catching the mercha

The True heros The true heros, The true saviors, Not found in movies, Not taken in photos, The true heros. The unspoken saviors, You wont see them. But they will watch over you. Pain and sorrow follow them, Hope and joy no longer accompany them. These heros, These saviors, For them we live, Without them we die, These unspoken heros. They are the muse for me. Die or live, there or not, Thank you to my heros, Thank you to my saviors

No one left to cry I have no reason to fight for my cause but ill not give in. The ones who die, They leave behind people to cry. I have no such connections, so I wont give in. I will not stop fighting, For what I believe. The day I die, No one will cry. But i must continue, I cannot give up. Hope will not come, Yet neither will emptiness. The reasons behind this feeling are unknown, But are within my grasp. And then it hits me, I will not surrender to those without reason, I will not surrender to those who mean nothing. For i may leave behind none to cry. But they leave with no reason to die. They are the brutes that pass as elite. They a

A martyr for justice. He dies with diginity. Life drains, Moment by Moment, He sees the shadow meander away. He had lost. But could not give up Mustering all his might. He grabs his sword of the ground and throws it with all his might. The shadow chuckles at his feeble attempts. As life drains, As moments pass, He realizes he lost, but he also sees that with his death, He has done much in the way of his side.  He will be a martyr, He will be the reason they remember. He will die, But with his death will come a new life. A new hope, The hope of a future for the rebels and as he dies, He dies with dignity.

I cannot speak, I cannot express life has lost all meaning, I want them to kill me. But i cant utter the final words. They think they know. They think they've found a cure. But the true cure is death. The true cure is erasing my sorrow. The true cure is one that only the end can bring. Sorrow fills me swelling inside then a ray of hope shines. Life returns rejoice at the voice of the holy person. Bringing joy back. Quenching the darkness. True happiness has finally shown. The end may come, But atleast i am content now