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A deep breath of air Lungs filled to the brim with life New roads start from here

To Glory Men, today we march on to glory. This never ending war will end today No more bloodshed No more meaningless deaths We will finish this, no matter what it takes We are all putting our own lives on the line here For citizens around the world to be safe We all must be willing to do this We will not let anyone else get injured in this meaningless war Alas, this last mission is a suicide mission We will not make it out of this alive But we must do it for the people of the world Save us all, by paying the ultimate price End it all with one final blow Here and now Finish this I say goodbye to you all one final time Now TO GLORY!

Reboot He shut me down Left me to rust in my own tears Slowly dwindling in processes to perform I’m gradually going corrupt Leaving me behind Without a single word The static just keeps coming And it’s taking control I need someone to save me The corruption is rapidly approaching It will take root in me And melt me bit by bit I fall asleep To find the next minute That I have been saved By an unknown individual “You’ll be fine” it says “You’ve been rebooted”

Charcoal Feathers The charcoal grey feathers on her wings rustled gently in the cold, crisp winter wind. As she gazed out at the sky above, dreaming of what was truly beyond the clouds. Wondering what was truly up there, beyond what could be seen. It was as if her heart was being pulled up. Up towards the beautiful blue sky. She stood up and closed her eyes. Dreaming of flying beyond the skies. Letting her soul, body, and mind ponder this invigorating thought. She spread her wings and let them catch the wonderful fresh, crisp air around her. The trees in the pasture nearby her gently swayed and creaked, encouraging her to pursue her dreams

The Reaper Death The unavoidable fate that we shall all meet Stared deep into his eyes Saying nothing And everything Reading his life like a book Questioning his every chapter Ripping it apart And deciding his fate Ascension Or Descension Is up to him And him alone Heavenly white wings? Or hellish dark chains? Weightless content? Or heavy sorrow…? And he will soon find Where his feet will be bound…

The Scar Over the years, I have collected many scars. You may think that it's physical. Well, your partially right. Though they were mostly from words... The old saying "Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me." That really isn't true... Don't tell me that sticks and stones hurt more than razor sharp words... By this point in time, I'm just a giant walking scar... A stiff, cold, lifeless, mass of dead skin... My eyes used to shimmer so bright... At least thats what they'd say... Sure... Throw a knife at me... I'll bleed But throw razor sharp words at me, and I can't bleed... The blood dried up from years of this

She Slipped Away There she goes... Slipping out of my grasp... No longer able to reach her... I fall to my knees... She was gone... Wilting like a flower with no water... I slowly die off... Fragile as glass... My heart sinks, and shatters upon the cold hard ground... My soul, hanging onto only a thread... Is close to snapping like a small twig underfoot... My eyes tear up... Breaking the floodgates of longing... Here I lay... As small as a mouse... Crying myself to sleep once again... Slipping into the only place that I can see her... Until that wonderful day... When I can see her again... I will be stuck down here thinking about her...

Waking to ash and dust Everything was gone The sun was nowhere to be seen It was burning down Sadness and sorrow were overtaking Death and pain next Crushing me Heaving on my bones Sad and alone My fate was sealed Death walks slow Slowly eating your life away Slowly consumed I fell to my chest Vision dimming Drifting off to darkness Shadows up above Blackbirds seeing me off I'll see him once again Above where the blackbirds fly