warrior of life

no sound no laughter
music doesnt even soothe me
what has come to be is utter silence
my only solace my own minds torture
id cry but alas for what
my tears are such weakness
one that relieves nothing
believeing in them just to torment myself
i know i can not judge them by my actions
for that is failures course from the start
im not trying to seek out such wastes of life
but my sweet you cant compete
with such mindless drones
thier stupidity is obviously contagious
its an epidemic
so youd have to lessen your iq
just to conversate
they are fuckin sheep
they follow would you lead such an oblivious herd
you atain knowledge you grow
they are ignorant they dont know
you seek friendship from those that cant even be loyal to themselves
they tell you a sad tale and what you think you can save them
doll you cant save yourself
you set aside real life goals
to rot in satans cesspool
are you just as mindless
you fall in love with drama and chaos
you arent complete without one project in your life
you are light those things you pull from the dark
arent children needing parental guidance
they are demons here to kill you
to take your eyes off the prize
thriving as it wre on your pain, dove
you are light you blind the masses
eyes that you are too young to own
creating something beautiful out of nothing
building an entire person off the small glimmer of hope and
potential you see in these less than worthy individuals
you have such uncopnditional love
you put forth all you have
meanwhile sapping every bit of your life from you
leaving you empty and hopeless
you pray for them for they know not what they do
and they slander and hate you
you adore they just want more
the end is near and even your loveing eyes
can not save all of these ubfortunates
hand out or hand up
hungary or starving
cold alone oneness meditate on the dilema
focus on the self do not become a mindless sheep
innocently led to slaughter
you can in the end only deliver thy self to salvation
you allow what wrongs are done you
when there is no loyalty be loyal to yourself
for what is a spiritual warrior that fights only within herself
battered is thine soul in preperation for the fight
for surely you must see what your path is
wasted is the wicked that harms one hair on your head
but you must save you before you can go back for survivors
your beauty fades with each passing day
but your mind is ever wiser and your heart grows cold
even in the face of a child
standing alone but feeling the rage of legions
a fire burns within you flames dance in your eyes
you must know you are ever climbing ever growing
marching to infinite
a soldier of a differant kind of war
insanity threatens breakdown
but alas only death will stop me
in moments of futile clarity
i know my place is made
and i must live the hardest life in training
i overcome i was supposed to kill myself before now
attacked since youth
i survive i will conquer
in this life i have with a smile and a sigh overcome