Nothing Matters Poem by Eben Thedreamer

In the end nothing ever matters.

In the end the faces still appear, branding ones heart with their mark.
Some say time heal wounds, but can she remove scars?
Can she heal a wound that still has a carving knife inside?
The godess of time may be able to...
But please make her come soon.


I have ripped my chest open and trying to tear my heart out.
Strength alone can not make it.

But strength is all i have so i train myself so that one day i can do what can not be done.

So i can stand with my heart inside my closed fist..