Spring is peaking and the flowers return as they did so many times before.
As I look at the changes around me, it reminds me of better times, Innocent times full of hope and excitement. I can almost hear the distant laughter of a forgotten childhood. Could it be taunting me, or maybe just reminding me not to forget those who are no longer here with me? I’ve lost so many, and at the same time lost parts of myself with each one. As the seasons change so do my mask.
I stand aside myself and compare lives, god knows I have lived so many.
The Faces of friends, enemies, and lovers become blurred between memories
Promises become just faint whispers in a wind which never cools my skin.
I’ve walked alone through paths other men do not return from.
I have walked with men who did not return and still carry their blood stains on my mental white tee.
If I were to walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I would not fear, for death has gripped my heart long before that fear could exist. Broken bones and full of holes, I’ve dragged myself to the graves of better men then me. Why take so many from me and leave me to watch their families suffer? Where is the lesson in this?
In life I’ve learned not to love the things that can be lost, Get up no matter the situation, and do what must be done whether through blood or pen.
Where once stood a boy who thought the world was an adventure waiting to be embraced, loved life and had friends that filled my days with joy
Now stands a man with wounds that will not heal and images of dreaming friends in sinking coffins. This world is plagued with a criminal disease and everyday that goes by it spreads further. A cancer that must be cut out and burned. I will be the surgeon of justice as I remove its grip from the throats of the innocents. Evil will know of me as a gazelle downwind from a stalking lion. As a child fears the monster in the closet, so will all the criminals of this world.
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