Fighting Off The Cold Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

Let the prayers not be forgotten.
Let the whisper of the wind not go unheard.
Let the erie voices come out of the shadows.
Reveal yourself once more.
Your are in safe hands rest assure.
Pure confidence.
Pure confidence.
A declared hero declined to be noticed.
Does this mean someone will take his place.
An irresistible face.
A matter of taste.
Who wants the fake.
Lies fed through a tube and we are told to swallow.
Yes it did go down but it doesn't mean I have to like it.
We are paralysed by this snake venom.
Spew out of an illusion.
It never really existed.
Photo cropped, a little dust has been added to the top.
The age doesn't show.
It's a non-existent matter of the fact.
Factual can be so impractical.
But it doesn't make it useless.
I don't need to be hand fed like a baby in a high chair.
I know what sits before and behind me.
I'm not that blind, that I can't see your true mission.
Just be that dumbed down machine.
But what if I don't want to be another slave to your manifested disease.
As camera flashes you smile and speak.
I sit wondering what I'm really going to do with an outlook so bleak.
On the bitter edge, try hold on every inch as I keep greeting pushed.
Should I just jump into the flames and see where it leads?
To hell maybe, but you first.
I will live long enough to see it even if it kills me.