Who am I dark as night with soulless eyes Blood stained cloak and a hollow voice

Don’t tell me you love me Don’t tell me you hate me Don’t say you

stand up be strong that’s what i’ve always been told keep fighting

fists flying we’re in fisticuffs and there’s no stopping it i stepped in out of place to take

A stranger standing In a street full Of people yet Can’t find himself People stand and

people see an outward aperance and think i’m inacent and pure but not once do they look to see the darkness hidden uderneath just because i can make myself

sitting by a monument tower for those fallen befor us yet do we recognize

they say home is where the heart is but what if you don’t know where

maybe it’s all in my head that the world is really this crue… perhaps they are right that I need to let go but i can’t make myself do it

it’s not so much a question of when but a question of how how will i live

anger, pain, and sorrow raging inside yet seems so calm and collected