I have no clue
of what I'm doing...

Strength is a verb I dont posses
Comfort is something I've deamed of...

I was walking down the street
on a cool Monday morning...

Dreaming of my life
how far away it seems...

There are always those
who will fight to the end...

The Marine stood and faced God,
Which must always come to pass...

I'm full of lies
I live in them...

This is my first poem in over 4 years. I quit...
Worn, Torn, Scorned...

Death comes swiftly
1 by 1...

Why must I?
Whats the reason behind...

Love without you
Is life without breathing...

Just left the bar
All alone...