The battle ground.
Fighting for what I believe.
It will never be that simple.
I won't hide the demons inside.
There is no free ride.
I wear no disquise.
I live in my own prison.
Can you help me escape.
Can anyone even relate.
Give me oxygen, just let me breath.
I'm a loser, I'm a has been, But it doesn't stop.
I will never just let the ball drop.
Not if I can help it.
If its within my power.
This is the dying hour.
The thoughts of god have soured.
I walk alone in a forsaken paradise.
And I'm getting older.
And I'm growing colder, with all I have shouldered.
I have screwed so much up, and there is just no going back.
Sorry just doesn't cut it.
When the fire is already burning.
Just put it out and walk away that's all I can do.
I don't expect to ever again here from you.
Add it to the list of baggage.
Drop it, forget it, because it's just not worth carrying it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem