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[aid] => mick
[title] => The Will of Blood
[time] => 2006-09-06 17:40:34
[hometext] => Farewell to life through 'The Will of Blood'
[bodytext] => As I sit in this dark and lonely void I must remember that I am just a mere boy. Gathering an army to fight myself within, But afraid to let any of my forces in. I stare at an old time friend It is he who will aid my untimely end. I sit and taste the will that comes not too late, The urge that will bring my unforeseen fate. I scream for years only to find out that no one hears, So I then hide within my all-time fears. I make them my comfort and use them as my shield, I spread myself throughout the field. Its fruit so sour but yet so sweet, They trick the mind and make you eat. As they come we live no more, It is this burden I shall bear no more. They are my army as they are my end, They I consider as my closest friends. They tease my mind and cause you doubt, But believe me, soon all of me shall come out. The blade it stings just like my bones, They are crumbled as the greatest thrones. Full of hate and anguish still, The void only one can fill. The scars I made still linger here, You can not see them, but they aren't mere. They sit and further grow, And more I fear to let them show. I fare to you a life well lived, And all iniquities long forgive. I hope the fruit that stills my heart, Does not, as well, tear you apart. My friend and foe to you I am now the same, As you try to calm this undying flame. My heart it bleeds with all despair, And soon I take the final air. To give you life as not before, To top from you the burden that I have bore, The scars of life are too much for me, I want the burn of death for eternity. Do you see where I stand, I have no one to hold my hand. I sit alone in this empty void, And remembering I am just a mere boy. You see the art you see the red, But I see my fate instead. My old fried he calls me now, We together perform the eternity vow The end has come close it draws near, I shall soon go off away from here. As all of me that come before, We live long, seem well, and exist no more. I feel the rush I love the rain, I find the pleasure through the pain. I now say to you my last farewell, I have served my friends well. By Jay Basey © 2005 [comments] => 1 [counter] => 143 [topic] => 52 [informant] => devils_denial [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => goodbyepoetry )
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