Heart in hands unknown.
Shattered like glass and bone.
And the tiny shards trickle like sand in an hour glass waiting to be flipped over to start again.

Shattered souls, broken spirits,
Screaming pain, nightmares scream.
Broken hearts a still heart not beating

In this war I seek for a purpose unknown to mankind.
In the war I search for what has been lost over time, through the years.
In this war, I hunt not my enemy but for the one that has been burried underneath..., I seek myself

Don't know what else to do but this is it.
Say your goodbyes before the plug is pulled...

To the doctors that never gave up on him and made sure he came back to us from death... I thank you! With my life I thank you!

I guess nothing has changed...
I'm still worth nothing and still on the inside I'm dying... Guess somethings just will never heal

Running away just to ne forgotten, running away just to stop everyone's pain, running away to die.

I allow you to put Death in motion...

You are already in Death's thrall,
Those in his thrall leave no final footprints on this wretched planet.
That is proof that your soul is no longer of this world.

It is not the words that we put on paper that make the poem, It is the emotion that we pour from our heart into our words that truly make a poem great.

Your imagination is like a bird. If you cage it up, it won't take you anywhere but, If you allow it to stretch it's wings, it will take you beyond the clouds!