Dulce Et Decorum Est,
Por Patria Mori,
How sweet it is,
to die for one's country.
To fight valiantly in battle,
and earn a hero's name.
To protect the honor of our country,
and ascend into fame.
To face down death,
and not even blink an eye.
To become a different man,
and watch your old self die.
To experience the face of war,
and lose all humanity.
To know only of the war,
and forget the days of glee.
To see your friends, old and new,
become victims of the war,
As gradually they fade away,
become a memory, nothing more.
To see friend and enemy alike,
become animals to fight.
To begin to wonder if anyone,
was ever reall
Pain deep inside burns again.
I hide away, hurt fills my skin..
Eyes filled with tears that won't go away,
I hold back the tears for another day.
My heart is so heavy,
my soul, filled with grief.
I want you to forgive me,
and bring me some relief.
Nightmares chase me as I run,
trying to find the special one.
Cries in my heart full of fears,
keep bringing up my tears.
Don't hate me for what I haven't done,
Give me some room to be someone.
Please don't forget me, I will be right here.
Please give me light, and drown my fears.
If only this life were worth living;
I'd give my life to die for you
I'm choking on this filthy air;
I've caught my breath and it's killing me
My mind races faster than my heart can beat;
If lust is a lie than I'm in love with you
I'm so far away;
From the Truth
From the lies
And I keep asking why;
I feel so far away
From this life I'm living now
Time and again;
Where have I been?
Where will I go?
When will I find what I am looking for?
Not a tender hand in this entire place
No tender soul to make things right;
Cover my disgrace
Truth to lies,
Taking the latter to no surprise
Please tell me wrong
Please tell me right
Ho
I deleted everything. From public view at least. Moved it all to my own personal archives. No one needs to see my teenage angsty ramblings including me. It's deleted off DA. I'm glad these exist as they act almost as a diary documenting another life and time of my history. From an art perspective they are utter shit ha. If you read any of it, sorry for subjecting you to that. If you're still looking at Deviant Art and you knew me then (like my Dad), thanks for checking in all these years later. I love you for being a part of me. If for some bizarre reason you want a copy of this utter horse shit, drop me a comment and I'll email you it. Maybe. If I can bring myself to reshare this with anyone. Peace and long life. x