Toy Soldier

Cry, Toy Soldier, Cry
Die, Toy Soldier, Die
You did well
You faced your fears 
And in the coming years your tears will dry
You fought well all that time in her backyard battlefield
Knowing each moment you were fighting
That the next you could be killed

Cheer up, Toy Soldier, you have a reason to smile
You fought so boldly on the frontline all that while
You've won a million purple hearts
You've marched a million miles
But why are you so hesitant to take you're bullet in the head?
So long, Toy Soldier, we're off to see your parents
And tell them that you're dead
You're brave, Toy Soldier, we'll play Taps at your funeral
If it's any Conselation

Sunset

An orb of incandescent orange
once august in its zenith
now retiring
tired but still fiery
time to sleep 
withdraw your iridescent tendrils 
leave the sky to its fate
of violet maelstroms
and sinister amorphous twisters
a wreath of dullness
boisterous, the infinite grey
sucking likea vacuum
the royal hues of eternal Ra
a painting of shifting colours
on the canvas of my mind
seen only with
the eyes of my heart

Captivation

Swallow my pain and
choke on the bitterness
bathe in the shame
you do not deserve it's holiness

Feel the empty void
rushing in your veins
welcome the pulsing wound
throbbing in your brain

Burn in my aching heart
lit like a torch smoldering
black as the moon
kiss my salty flesh, my heart
don't breathe yet, it's much too soon

Tear my soul into tatters
breathe your life into my remains
hold my eyes with yours till dark comes
then leave me dying in the rain.

Wrong

Sitting here listening to the boyz as they sing there song  
Thinking of things that might have been and things that went wrong
Wondering why things change, and can't be like they were yesterday  
A pain goes through deep down and hits so hard that it makes emotions fly 
   out of my body that have never been felt before  
They say it's the end of the road.  
Is it really? 
I don't know.  
For I have been contemplating life and I don't know what's wrong.  
Wrong.  
A funny word.
what is really wrong?  
Is it wrong to love? 
Is it wrong to hate? 
Is it wrong to sit down and write long letters talking about what random 
   thoughts are flowing through your head?  
I don't know.  
Why does there have to be a wrong? 
why can't we all be right?  
Why can't someone find what they feel is right, and if they do find what 
they feel is right they find out they
are wrong?  
I don't know, and at this point I don't give a fuck.

how many times do i look in the past
just enough to make me sad
and why do i feel lonly when i have him
because i'll lose him
why do i kid myself about the facts
because i have to

who is the giver and why does she give
because she cares
and who is the hater and why does he  hate
because he doesn't know love
and who is my lover and why does he love
because he wants to

so many questions
all answered by myself
so why do i ask them
because i need to