a kewl breeze

the making of a hero

walking to the corner on a cool but warm blissful nite

the trees with no leafes

and the air with no breeze

a ground colder than ice

guiding myself with the constillations

listening to a dream

running from nitemares

my tears could make streams

on this walk i look for someone who cares

these empty rooms reflects this life

these empty bottles are a sad mistaken future

no one to tell me if im wrong or rite

these locks are open

these knuckles bruised and bloody

this empty room goes cold

i lay stiff in my bed 

speeding bullets race

all these memories ,a drive to clear my head

fishing boats float through the air

engines are roaring

a final thought of disspear

the sea opens up

he fights the waves crashing in

wake up my room in a life brandnew

i am me but not myself

eyes are red my skin is blue

im 10 feet tall

these wings that have grown are true

a gaurdian of the weak

destroyer of evil

he sits and stares as a single tear streaks

a purple hearted hero

who uses  love to light his path

a hero with a mission left over from his past

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[KathrynPerry]

I really love how you can feel the transformation from beginning to end