The Eighth

Hopeless days,
And sleepiness nights.
Shreds of a wandering spirit,
Nothing is more pleasing than to see,
A broken heart of the one I loved.

How can a heart not feel compassion?
I have known this dread,
And darkened feelings.
How can love not be mine?
A darkness of unknown sense.
Crippling the ones around me,
Who try to break my heart of 'evil'.

I am not hell,
I am not the fire in the pits,
For I am lost in a room with no doors,
No windows, with no way out.
How should a soul as yours

This world is made of dangers,
Uncertainties that each of us must face.
From the wombs of our mothers,
The path we must take is set from that day on.

God’s book of life is signed with our name,
And descriptions of our destiny he has given us.
From this truth or right of birth,
I have been subjected to persecution.
As the world runs by, I watch from my perch
That protects me from the shame and my distinguished place
My perception of this place, of this thing has diminished.

I understand what I must do,

From beyond the moons gaze,
My scene of true nature and pleasure
I have been put up on fallacy of hope—
Darkened days has this world known,
Pushing away ideas of soft nature.

The form of farce has this day taken,
Shows nothing more than a failure in presence.
An absence of love and compassion.
A long-awaited push has this place needed.

Beauty from a far,
Metal and steel higher than the sky...
Stone, carved with care and precision,
And religion that pushes people to the limits.
This our world, a place of pressures,

Harpies fly the devil's land,
And Angels fly Gods sacred world.
But on Earth, the human race washes evil and good
Across the shore of Eden.
"We know not what we do,
Because it is all we know."
The evil in a man’s heart and mind,
Does not come from himself
It comes from the interruptions of a nation.
Evil is taught to each one of us,
Including the sins of the book—
Jealousy, hatred, greed, persecution...

These are all the "fruits" of nature,
That is given to each and every individual

Cliffs of gold,
Canyons of Bryce rise from 'the creators' feet.
His hand graces the sky—
Smearing the clouds of white,
Across the sea of blue.

His vision pierces the ground,
With light splashing on the canyons of Bryce.
Broken times,
And shattered dreams break a winners spirit.

People have braved this land,
And crippled them to nothing.
Nothing has scared me worse than the pits,
Of burning fire—
Water with a spirit, with the memories of a thousand deaths.
This is where the worst pains imaginable exist.

Try to understand what I do,
Finding my way is hard.
In this day of days, I will understand more
About you and everyone else
Who knows me well?

You say you don’t want to lose me,
But can you truly say that to a man
Who has given everything to show his love?
And just tell him goodbye as if nothing was felt.
A passion for life, a desire to live.

Every reason I need to write,
Came from your eyes an inspiration of unknown sense.
I love you from the ends of the earth.
Shedding tears now as I think of the loss of you

I know you don’t love me,
You care not what matters to me.
For never did I wish to be yours,
The thought was far from my heart.

To love you, hold you, protect you...
Was all I wanted to give to you,
Shall I find another – No,
I’ve seen my future and know it well.

You may not understand,
But life sheds not a word on my part,
Nor does it notice me when I fall.
My life is gone,
My desires have faded to dust.


The lasting thing I want to know
Is that you were there by my side.

Did I know how to tell you,
Inspiration of my life.
Girls have tried their ways,
But I don’t want their bodies.

I have searched for one so right,
Looked for years to find what I needed
And wanted to have in my soul.
I found you and it fixed everything.
Now I fear I might lose,
The only perfect decision I have made
Or ever will be made by me.

Told you how I felt,
Shocked you, making your face blush red.
Did I tell you right,
Or should I disappear.
Leaving you to your unfaithful love,
Just my heart and mind for you.