I walked a field last night.
Trod a great long path.
Light was not clear,
nor was the sound calling me.

A field of red and pink,
of gristle, flesh and bone.
A scream of screaming torment,
a test of my inner self.

The screams of the battle torn,
those ravaged and broken.
Tempting screams of help,
cries of failure and pain.

I walk on, oblivious,
or choosing not to be weakend.
Focusing on my goal,
Aiming for the head.

My lust is not to listen,
not to feel what others do.
My strength is to pass,
where others struggle and fall.

My heart is all but black,
and my memories stored away for now.
Each second a testimony,
to why im walking where i am.

I wont love again, i choose not to...
it got these poor souls where they are now.
They fought for a love, a passion burning within.
They died for something they wont have anymore.

I wont cure myself with it,
wont sucumbe to another weakness.
Wont bleed for a simple feeling,
a feeling that will get me killed.

I've pushed love aside,
locked it away and swallowed the key.
I never want that feeling again,
those vunerable thoughts...

I'll keep it hidden now,
never show it again.
Until my work is done,
And i leave this world.

In a blaze of glory.....
Damned to existance......