Anokusan

i feel, but what is it. why can i see this foe that dodges every strike with a swiftness that only angers me. who is this, swift old enemy, he is like the Trojan wall crafted of the anger and hate of all of the new world . i feel like i have known him forever, but we have just met. he cuts me down, but i turn a def ear. he tries to raise doubt in me, and although i once felt its bite, i am now quick to strike it away. i can taste his weakness, growing exponentially by the second. he is tired, i can see the beads of sweat drip drop from his soul. i am breaking its will, yes "its" i shall no longer designate a gender to the creature i battle. n

times in life many times in life, we stop caring many times in life we give up hopes many times in life we lose bearing many times in life we are shown the ropes many times in life we fall victim many times in life we keep our eyes open but few times in life we actually see with them

 I've got blood on my boots and fire in my veins. There is nothing quite like, these self inflicted pains. I'm reaching out for someone but i touch nothing at all. I try to hit the ground running, but all i do it fall. I just fall I Just Fall I fell into the garden, walked by Adams' eve. I wrestled with the serpent underneath the apple tree Not its time to face my demons, yea ill look them in the eye If I'm not back tomorrow, baby please don't cry. please don't cry Please Don't Cry yea i cry I cry out for the suffering, felt in all the world. striking out with a fist made with my hatred curled. i feel lik

too many sleepless nights spent staring into the abyss of the room that once housed the slumber of peaceful times long since passed. i fear what that same darkness carries into my mind. irrational fears and phobias? possibly, but i have jolted to life on countless occasions stabbing at the void with blades that fade with the haze of evil images. why do they manifest into my once pure and peaceful mind? what causes the insidious salutations of ones imaginative dream land to take on a sinister agenda? hush little baby, don't say a word. the calming words of a lullaby seem to fail me at this moment. i know what the veil hides