Its all the same nothing here seems to have changed
the shattered bottles and broken dreams still remain
what was it for then to be made to feel?

a curse so wretched a nightmare all too real
and it will be this way forever
the shards of glass that severed

it will take a chance of insanity
the start of death to end the grief
to steal the peace

the life of a theif
is this what is greed?
to take life to breathe

if judged this maybe
long after deceased
so long is thy tree

burn slow sink deep
(a whisper passed by through the leaves in the trees uttered its sectret grew
faint and weak with it came tears with it came grief before there was hope

before there was peace)
a whisper sang sofly through night the sky became afire and died
the struggles that once were are not

crossed out torn up thrown to rot
the fire the spire the fear and the burn
grow old grow tired look back at such turns sing into the breeze as if it

carried a dream
in hope sit in wonder if this was something
there was a light just out of sight of a truth

just out of touch with a clue that led to something anew
and save stories in journals left behind
from mankind in graves of grief and glory

survived the last time