The light shoots out head on
Eyes blink
Slowly the light turns into view
Flashing into the eyes one after the other
The shining silver
A floating instrument
Reflects darkness
And the light
Made invisible
Only to blind the next
I will use it to save
It will end as well
Sounds of clashing fights long gone
Leaving their etcheing on your soul
Taste the sweetness of victory
Having been left alive to spy the devastation of loss
Either result leaves the scent of blood on the air
How do you choose a path
But have no regret of it what so ever?
Thats something I have never known
I do not want to be here at this moment
If I didnt make the choice I would have only had more regrets
Always left in the middle unable to commit totally
Having this self doubt of choice and feelings of guilt if not sacrificing
It draws closer to me
I dont want it
No one truly does
The pain wont be long felt
It feels warm today
At noons dusk
© 2007 Silence
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