Destruction

How strong am I, I've been asked,  And I thought of releasing all I masked; I survived heartache and the loss of God, A friends massacre and another's fraud.

 Illness and sickness of everyday, Loss of hope, and dismay, darkness and emptiness deep inside smile is gone and joy has died.

 A blood stained shirt, seen wrongful hate, another red of wine seeking another sign, No marks of sin upon the skin No more life is left within; just an empty suitcase of dreams I no longer chase, of a man who no longer can rage; young is the body, soul old in age.

 As I slowly disappear, no one stands near,  how can you kill a man without fear; even that I lost, even the trust ,even the warm salty easing tear.

 Not a part of the nation, as I try to detach from it all, but no longer I can build a wall, now destruction is a form of creation.

 Dark seems the future, although bright was the past, narrow is horizon, no longer it looks vast.

 Lay me down and prepare me for agony, rest I need to walk the extra mile, if death is the next in my destiny, death I welcome with a smile.