To follow through till the darkest hour
To settle into the night
To wake up among the dying flowers
To be afraid of the light
You wander down the broken halls
Of mortality on the brink
Only to hear your footsteps fall
All that you’re able to think
Is wonderings of the past dark days
You’ve wandered through life after life
To ponder over the countless ways
And name all the uses of a knife
The silences call
Like a beacon of light
Only to fall
Away from the fight
To lie in dishonor
On enemy shores
To die without honor
Another mans chore
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