The EndThe endBlindfolded fool,Digging the grave of the short story that is your life Rambling the worms around your trembling knees.In the frozen land you will bury you own mind,That soiled memory of a character you once were.And in the meadow of forgotten hopes,Wrapped in the foggy gray cloak of the bitter morning,You float through the vast harmony of Earth,That you will no longer reach with your stone-cold hands,Nor see with your dark veiled eyes.But do not despair, fool,For those who swallowed your words like honey-wine,Will remember to follow the trail you left behind,That same path you were once led into,Before cl
FighterThere is a tear in the corner of my eye that bears your name,The sound of your voice, the roughness of your grip.The bruises on my wrists remind me of your chains,The kindle in your stare, the elicit grin living on your lips,The sudden rapture of my reliance on you.My eyes are the ocean and my stomach is a void,My mind is the storm raging, and my fists the iron burning.I am the lie you want to cover, the memory you want to erase,I am the enchanting glance you feared to adore, The maddening thirst you didn't forbid to clench.And I still walk tall, and proud, and brave.For I am the Seeker of dreams, the soldier of sweet desires.An