Nightfire Seasons

Who will you be? The person underneath the scars and pain or the mask you wear to make others think its alright. Its time for me to keep my mask down.

Ages pass and monsters scream

Timeless enemy always taunting and haunting

Night and day like a malevolent finger

Different people and their art worked things

The only salvation lays in the grave

Constant battle for a life so cruel

Yet never relenting to the enemies scythe

Poetry and art are these peoples tool

Survival guidelines laid within open hearts

Bleeding wounds are deeper than flesh

Minds destroyed as the monster cackled

Webs of pain and misery cover every breath

Racking coughs and tortures lies lay behind

Yet hopeful while rocky futures lay ahead

The demons to be defeated one at a time

Led by intelligence not what others said

Insanity in actions of the countless fools

The depressed and insecure standing tall

Past others hatred that just rambles on

Big bad giant against David did fall

The bloated bodies of the enemy lay behind

Season after season and time after time

Hatred and anger replaced with serenity

Truthful words, faded barbs, tis not a crime

Pen not a razor as the midnight oil burns

Burned at the stake, this nightfire consumes

Not a death, but a rebirth; change in seasons

Nauseated by stupidity and the screaming fumes

My heart laid bare; I am who I am.