They sent them out to die, they really crossed the line. A story left in time, forgotten in their minds. They were left far behind, they weren’t treated kind.
They didn’t have a choice, they didn’t have a voice. They were sent out to fight a fight that wasn’t worth it, and payed a price and mourned in curses.
All the stolen voices that will someday be returned, here is an ode to all those who served. Their lives should not have been put on the line, they were the victims of a cruel and dark demise.
They lost a war not worth it.
It seems as if everywhere I go people call me “that guy”. When the reality is I am not, and I haven’t been for quite sometime. Open up your mind, can’t you see that I have changed my life? I had been shown to me myself, and I have become someone else. Let me be me please.
I am not the same person that I was before. You probably wouldn’t even recognize me anymore. You are allowed to outgrow people, and this includes past versions of yourself. Sometimes it is better to change than stay the same, especially if it is in a positive way.
I don’t care what people say, I’ll go as far to change my name. You didn’t know me then, so I wouldn’t expect you to recognize how I’ve changed now. But I have changed, and no longer will I let people down. Nor will I walk around with a frown. That individual no longer exists. He could’ve started the apocalypse. He was in need of change. He was lost. But no longer will he hang his head down in shame, for he has changed in the very best of ways.
They say that the light will fight, and that God shall hold me tight. They say that the cross has won, and that our sins are undone. They say the demons loose, and that you must choose – between the darkness and the light.
They told me long ago that nobody truly knows why we are deceived. But everyday by God’s grace, we are given the opportunity to start a new life. But only if we can find the fight, between the darkness and the light. I don’t know why, but sometimes I fail to find the difference between the darkness and the light.
All I can do is hope the light fights off the night, and not have fright – whilst having faith in Him that everything will be alright. Whom am I to worry? I am a child of God. Yet still clueless, I am at times. So I may just bite my lip and close my eyes, letting the years go by. Never worry, for I know what happens after I die. But on and on it will go, until the end of time – the battle of the darkness and the light.
As I look up at the sky, wondering how I’m still alive – I see a shadow of a raven peering deep into my lies. They go as deep as outer space, a never ending void. Like a black hole, it sucks away all my joy.
Is there a way out? I am yet to know. Yet I go and I go, trying to move forward. Like a black cat, I am an outcast. I am misunderstood. As I read between the lines of graphite passed down onto me, I learn through all of this pain – there is nowhere I’d rather be.
There is always light at the end of the tunnel, even through the darkest of times. And until the day I die, I will strain to move forward from past mistakes and be alright. Nothing lasts forever, darkness will end sometime. But for now like a bento box, I am left forgotten and far behind.