SyrusCebell

What do you do when you have no passion? When there is nothing worth your quality? When your mind smoulders out trying to fashion a bright blade of righteous equality...? What do you do when your heart turns to Ice? When your dogmas are on the edge of Templar grace? What was it, in your youth, that you ultimately sacrifice To turn leather into a work of silk and lace? Where do you turn when the world turns on you? Why do you fight, when there is nothing left to lose? What is it that you struggle for, to do, when there is little left for you to muse. What does the future hold when the past was built on pain? When your mind can no

The blacksheep child and prodigal son Called only to tame the wild and fight battles that cant be won Blinded by bloodied tears never able to conquer my fears Filled with the regret of empty years Stuck between love, hate, and sharpened shears A loving soul over three thousand miles away making it easier to face every day A friend in need whose answers I cannot feed Caring so much that I still cannot bleed She cries out in desperate heed yet my heart cannot supersede Am I the friend who cares too much or takes everything away with the slightest touch? A brother, born of broken truth Whose love was swept away with youth Whate