Funny how life always seems to run in circles, spinning u round through your days now
though you
can't seem to take that next breath cuz' someone else took their last.
A repeat of the past.
Death, it comes in blasts exploding emotions and poison like potions destroying devotion of love in its wake.
It takes and it brakes and the one thing its makes is more pain that it shakes into your life each day.
A repeat of the past.
The family mourns at the sight of a baby of God's creation.
This is the 50,000th incident in that one nation
how do you make a change when all has been contemplation
No one makes a stand they just expect the change to come forth like condensation
But while they wait another life is taken
Another spell has been cast.
A repeat of the past.
Those are yesterday's memories and today nightmare streams...
This is MY past.
A mother dies blood streaming from her lips now,
holding in her pain so she could teach her daughter how,
To be a real woman, and stand no matter what they say.
And yeah I'm that daughter but I can't live on when she's now in her grave!
A baby that cries the love in her eyes dies with her as she closes her mouth and the slience rises to clear the room of love and pride.
a mothers eyes so tired falls, mortality calls.
I hear a battlecry.
The war we fight through the past to move forward is INSIDE of you but these are the memories that forever cling on and make you psychologically doomed.
Warriors we are in our own time.
From the repeats of the past.
-Charebear15
