The sun is bright and high,
Look at the clouds floating by.
A mist seeps in to his thoughts.
Bleed- the war has been fought:
The stories he got to tell
Mysteries- he got them on sale.
Shadows exist in the light,
Destruction- he does not want to fight.
Blood raining from the skies,
Tears- he can hear their cries.
Screaming, shouting in his head
They still live, though they are dead.
Vengeance trying to make its way
Out of his mind and in to the day.
Retribution- a time to kill the sin,
They speak out loud all he feels within.
A cold sweat wets his hand
Soul less- he will give a stand.
Ghosts from he past are haunting him
A ghost breaking up his dream.
Ghosts from the past do not let go
They are dead, the can not die anymore.
And there is no tomorrow,
Just the remembrance of yesterday, and its sorrow.
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