Higher into the atmosphere with a direction unbenounced to me.

This torture that was preformed on me lingers in the black mist holding me here.

The saddness of all the years past crushes me to the bare rocks and bricks in the wall.

When does this all end God!

Take my heart that has nothing but good intentions and deliver this soul a grace.

I do not want to fight this out, I just want it to disappear into the river and float to the depths.

Rehashing seems to hurt pushing me from the future plans.

My wings are tarnished with the soot of the 100 cigarettes since.

I am dying in the mist of rebirth, calls do not stop and the man wants to take me for all that I have ever been.

Confidence sometimes is not enough.

I wish my way to your door, I spit on the horrific past and cry the blood that was tainted.

Does anyone hear my heart, is it worth the bad looming.

Butterfly let me take flight on your wings.

Take me away from the tears and years to the right path.

No one can even begin to see this as beautiful but I do not intend to smile for any applause.

I want to shut myself back in the doors that hide my fear or just take the blood that keeps me fighting.

Worlds can not be given and if they were I could not take them.

Butterfly, I fear that you will be the only one making it out from here.

Please to all you that hear my sigh understand that I am dying here.

I don't know what else to do but kiss my life down the drain.

I need the silence and rest.

Hope doesn't live here anymore, just leave your thoughts at the door and perhaps one day they will be seen as the ones that cared.

I gave my heart to the better and broke it in the process, no love can heal.

Here I make my last stand running into the enemies weapons and pray that whatever Gods plans that he either keeps this one as the example of how to fight or sends me to the dark of hell.