Poetic Licence
So this is Honor?

The bugles moaned, our bodies failed us.
Now we are just another nameless face,
A faceless name plaguing the conscience of honor.
An Honor that killed, that broke all our hearts.

We hear this talk of brutal enemies;
Of the devil’s henchmen among their troops.
But none of these enemies an compare,
To the evil that is the root of war.

Lord Honor drinks the most expensive wine,
The blood of humanity’s abused youth.
Once proud young men, now crude crawling corpses
Soul long dead, bodies trailing close behind

What honor is it that drives us to kill,
To accept an ungodly death with naught;
Nothing but a deceiving cry ‘For Honor!’?
 --Before we collapse into Death’s wide arms.

This was an English project: It has been revised numerous times, be gentle with my ego please!

 
 
Freedom

Are we free?
We believe to be.
Yet somehow I feel
Freedom is never real
Caged! That's what we are
Social Expectations used as bars

Freedom is a lie
Cages we are born...
and so caged we will die.
Death is the key
To the free we can't see

Freedom is a lie
But someday... someday I will die


 
Life
The needle lies there slick with blood
The darkness slowly swallows this hated world

My eyes slide closed, I don't feel like fighting any more
The devil that I need so much has nothing more to win

No final words, no struggeling death
Just a peace that fills the hole

If life was bad,
then death can be no worse


 
Evil
Evil is a manifestation
It is not a question of have
It is a question of want

The evil lies within us
waiting until the world
and it's frustration frees it

And it will be freed
Someday we will all
be driven into the arms of Satan.

But there are some
who free it intentionally
There are some....... like me


 
Eternal Souls
I stand here and feel
Now everything seems real

Through your gift of love
The hell my life was
Has become the heaven it now is

Your arms are my wall
They keep the bitter reality out
And your love in

A warmth encloses all I am
and your are everything...
everything I'll ever be.

Love me 
Nothing matters now
Now that you and I are one,
Once more


 
The Rose
Blood Red,
Passionate and true.
Delicate but oh so strong,
Something just like you

 
Despair
It circles me
It gets closer, ever closer.

It feeds on me
I get weaker, ever weaker.

It lives off me
It gets stronger, ever stronger

It has me now
I am fading, always fading.


 
End
The sad life that is mine;
Is coming to a close,
This day, this time.

Many things I haven't done
So many things I'll never say.
But regrets... I have none.