The storm rages on c,seerrrr4e

Disciples of hatred
Born and bread
To die young
Too insane to care
Running dirty hands through hair
Dirt on your cleanest face
Smiling with tears cascading
Mascara trails to your broken heart
You stand on fire ,
But drowning in waters of despair
Why is reality so unfair
Yielding to nothing
Serving the almighty dollar
College is for fools
Life's pain delivers the only true scholars
So am I your leader
No I am but a disciple
A higher calling  claims my prize
A crown of thorns and my coat
Of many colors my only amour
Words my only defense
My battle ,my war rages
within
Because I live and grow
without
To insane to care
Trapped in my minds electric chair
Lethal injections given to myself
Righteous I never claimed
My reward has no name
In loves war there is no shame
My feet are sore from marching
My world stopped the day you died
You promised forever
But why I believed
When you always lied
My eyes burn with hate
The eye of the storm
Churning torrents of  rage
Emotionless and listless
I'm overcast with hollow
Echoes of you
lightening
Strikes down the disciples
Of the only true calling
love
I am left on the front
Still battling just fighting
Alone my enemies
Disciple of loves reward
Marching soldiers
battalions of
Battering rams of belief
Where sarcasm finds relief
So what now master chief!
Homeward bound disciples
Saying goodbye forever ....and even without you the storm rages on