faithless by nature

showing scars that ones were
a steady reminder of the past
a place where sanity and insanity
are nothing but a line of red

like the blood that shows
easily as the tears that follow
just to show your not invincible
as you scream I'm not dead
just to be heard
just to know your not invisible

Bring on the knives
and the guns if you wish
take that old photograph
and the letters you wrote

take back what you said
as if it doesn't matter
find all the reasons
that just don't make sense

the wont realize what they have done
not even when they see that you've taken that knife
when they find all the blood
and the body they missed

they still wont recognize the pain that you sold
or the way that stood so tall for them all
to find the way to end it all
weather you go out in style
or not go at all

what will it matter
if they don't even care
if you are just a shell
or if your dead in a hole

death at your doorstep
blood on your hands
the picture he took finally lands

as they laugh in your face
you close that locker door
scream that its over
but you wont go alone

the looks on there face
as you say who's laughing now
and you raise that gun
just to have it fail

the sirens that ring
and the screams that take place

just to see the horror on your face
to know that you failed
yet again in their eyes

the way that they say
it'll be different this time
when you can see
that its still just a lie

but what the don't know
is that you'll try it again
to think that it all
was seen as a sin
when really all it was
was a game you need to lose

bid my blood she says
although its more of a whisper
let they knife Peirce those veins
after fearing death so long

the sadness that mirrors in your sisters heart
the sadness that once was in your mothers eyes
once again you think
does past and present meet

you remember this night so well
the rain and the lights
the only difference that was made
was that this time its you not her

the dull silver of the bullet
seems to fascinate the soldier
the shiny black of the gun
strikes up excitement in their heart
but they don't know what will come

the dull silver of the bullet
cuts the skin so easy
the grimy black of the gun
hides itself so easy in the dirt
but they don't know what is happening

the short rush to the first aid tent
allows a short time of panic
the sweeping glances of soldiers come to pass
allows the fear to peak
but they don't know what is happening

the probe of the doctor
allows for some piece
the technical speak of the doctor
allows for the piece to set in
they don't know whats happening

the whoosh of a curtain
allows for understanding
the sad smile from the nurse
allows for understanding
but all they an see is themselves

the soft spoken words
starts the anguish
the screams of the soldier next to him
adds to the anguish
but all they see is their family

the small pain in their chest
gives them anger
the thoughts of why me
sets the anger
now they know whats happening

They are all dieing
family friends allies enemy's
the thoughts of what have i done
horror sets in

the red stained bullet
fascinates a soldier
gives them time to think
why am i here
why am i killing
when it dose the same thing to enemy's
as it dose to us

but alas they understand to late
the darkness sets in
as the family falls
soldiers gone forever






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life is like a beach
it goes forever and ever
but there is always a dead end

there are ways to leave
to end the journey
the little paths that
lead anywhere but here

but will you take one
or stay safe on the beach
as the tide rises
you have to hold on
have to hope you wont wash away

a beach is like life
it goes forever and ever
but it always ends

there are ways to go
to end the journey
and people that try
to lead you astray

but will you let them
or stay safe at home
as emotion rises
you need to see
to have hope that you wont be forgotten

When its time to live and let die
all you can do is cry
is this all there is
when everything you own is his
was it Worth all those nights
when he hit you in the fights
did your family hide
every night that you cried
no use thinking your in hell
these are the questions you ask
when you think your going to pass
but you still have goodbyes
for the ones that spat out the lies
and yet one final farewell
so all you can do is tell
yourself that he loved you to
no its me writing this letter
to make them see better
what they have done
they mosewell have given you a gun