Time Is Running Out

I think I'm drowning
Asphyxiated
I want to break the spell
That you've created

You're something beautiful
A contradiction
I wanna play the game
I want the friction

You
Will be the death of me
Yeah, you
Will be the death of me

Bury it
I won't let you bury it
I won't let you smother it
I won't let you murder it

But our time is running out
You can't push it underground
You can't stop it screaming out

I wanted freedom
Bound and restricted
I tried to give you up
But I'm addicted

Now that you know I'm trapped
Sense of elation
You'd never dream of
Breaking this fixation

You
Will squeeze the life out of me

Bury it
I won't let you bury it
I won't let you smother it
I won't let you murder it

But our time is running out
You can't push it underground
You can't stop it screaming out

How did it come to this?
...

Yeah, you
Will suck the life out of me

How did it come to this?

Rage Within Me

Come down from the north, come down from where I was born. Bring down your demon armies, let them stomp the grounds of this capital city. Grow fear into them and rumble sands over them. For I am raged. I feel heartache and pain, i am wounded and left to bleed.

Sound the alarms of the city, spread out panic into their hearts. For this city holds so much agony for me. Winds start to howl onto buildings windows; hiding its demon army underneath the sands. Raveling everything that’s underground.

A demon general comes to me and informs that she has been found and awaits my command for see. I hold my breath and think if all this pain she had caused last night was worth her end for me? I command him to continue his howls and bawls until I have decided.
He commands his fleet to her house and blows like never before. Dogs start to bark. Dogs start to hide. Ducks with black ribbons of death roam ths skies. Yet still I have not decided what should become of her. I shall smite my stick to the earth and break the skies with lightning and sprint into her heart, and so I did.

She holds a small part of my memory inside her. They are filled with pain and unlikeness. I went through her reasons and all I could find were prints of "leo must die". More and more needed I to know. And I found that her hollowness was caused by me. And I command my generals to fail and return from where the place they'd appeared ... and leave her unharmed.

They drew back, but the battles still remains.

Wars of a dead man walking

The things that defeat us from finding our way in life are growing stronger by the day. We've expected them to happen somewhere along our paths in life. Somewhere when we've got children and have our own homes to go to. We thought we were ready to face them and that we grow stronger with every breath. But the fact remains; life is in fact difficult and breaks us when we assume we're at our strongest.
Maybe we didn’t quite yet understand life like we're supposed to. Maybe its oblivion and superciliousness we reach that makes us feel invincible. Maybe we should have not reached the stage in the first place.

Truth be told; life is one big war and every day is a new battle that must be won. Its okay to fall sometimes I guess, but what really matters the most is that we learn from those battles and betrays in order to win our next fights in life. Yes the word war is a gruesome and awful way to express life. But I guess somewhere in the back of my head its how it seems to me. I wake every morning not to lose my head, or sense of time. I need that to survive, just like a combatant needs his water and guns. This is who I am. This is how I've survived all these years.

Yet still, every defeat comes in worse than it's precedence. I fall sometimes to my knees. All my dreams seem to vaporize into thin air. I sink and mellow into the goblet of my soul. And I find one happy thought that is strong enough to pick my mellowed existence and prepare myself to recoup again. sometimes I wait too long for it to come by; and eventually I can not wait too long. I'm afraid this hurt sometimes is too great for me to endure and walk on my feet again to continue this unjust life. I can not always help my shoulder solders and fuel their walks into the battle field. I too need stimulation to continue my existence and arrogate myself to triumph.