I'm being something I'm not
lying to those i know...

Sweeping through the jungle
pushing passed the trees...

Why come to this place
that to me is my holy shrine...

Blood thirsty, and full of rage
hate and anger clouds the mind...

Take that pen at your finger tips
and write something from the heart...

Escaped the retched grip of death
but ended up right back at the start...

*this poem is about the fiction character from...
Dirty blood is gashing, seeping from my mortal...

Do you ever feel trapped, secluded, lost within a...
feeling so much fright, but pretending to be brave...

To get my soul back
I'd do many things...

The dying deep within me
Is something I cannot control...

Stab me, shoot me, burn me to the ground
do what you wish, i just prey to not be found...

I'm happy that you can move on
That you're a millions miles from down...