I myself once traveled these roads
a one traveled by many of those,
ready to hear the screams and cutting of throats
not of their enemies but one of their one
but as I bent over ready to die
I realised that a pointless death I was about to die
a knife does nothing but separate, cuts without compassion
words of hatred were all that came lashing
from my tongue silver and slick
words as weapons ever so thick
my life crumbled and fell in an instant
though these scars upon my waist won't heal
and my ignored problems I do not feel
I care for all problems aside from mine
for I live to prevent the ones who would make themselves die.
and honestly things weren't easy at first
so many questions and a whole lot of hurt
but as recognition sank in I myself was born again
peace of heart and soul in mind
the desolate darkness will never again find
me or my friends ever again for on my watch no more pointless ends.
