Just left the bar
All alone...

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

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

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

Death comes swiftly
1 by 1...

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

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

Love without you
Is life without breathing...

Why must I?
Whats the reason behind...

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

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

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