Voices Of Murder Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

Sometimes things just don't go our way.
Not matter how hard you try to change the unchangeable.
It still won't be possible.
And in this futility you will learn the most important thing in life.
Acceptance.
Every now and then in a new direction we must walk.
Even the most righteous paths vary.
Let us not shed tears for what was lost before we take a look at what we have gained.
Wasting is the clock and the time locked within.
It leaves a stain on many hearts and they dart jump and skip along the rocky road ahead.
Wear the best boots you can when it come to the walk through life.
For pain is common.
And it beckons your summons.
Some will never be use to it.
No matter what they wear.
Doing it for the wrong reasons.
Becomes a manifestation that festers a regret and doubt.
And the creature comes into it's own.
Growing into a grimly shadow.
It grabs a hold of you and it doesn't want to let go.
For it needs you to breath.
It needs you to exist.
It becomes the importance of the unimportant.
Always your fault.
Always blaming and beating yourself up.
Those voices in your head just will never shut up.
Everyone keeps telling you it is not your fault.
But you can't even hear them.
The whispers among the screams,
Your worst enemy is yourself.
A reflection out of sync.
The anger and hate builds.
Walking into the killing fields.
Reliving all that tension.
But it doesn't stop their.
Creating chaos, depravity, and despair.
Just to feel better.
Ripping up a promise in a letter.
Washing off hands cover in blood.
An unjustly justification.
They only fade so you must do it again and again to quell these oh so horrible conversations in your head.