Russian RoulletteSomehow I was pulled into this cruel game,
And I have no choice but to play.
Sick, twisted mids gather today,
However, it is my turn to pull the trigger.
Although it feels I've already lost the game.
BattlefieldLife is Hell, and Love is a Game,
and we each play differently.
For my short time on this Earth,
I have only seen hate.
It seems as though I made a mistake.
I have seen death and destruction,
and injured in ways
which most cannot fathom.
Time does not heal all wounds,
that is a way to say deal with it.
I have wounds which will not heal,
for I am still waiting on a medic,
a medic in this hellish battlefield,
in a war called life.
I've seen friends and Family die,
suffer slowly, awaiting death.
In the Devil's playground they lie,
gasping for each and every breath.
Before they find the strength,
it is too late.
For the gods have thought,
and decided their fate.
LostI turned the wrong corner,
Disoriented and Lost.
Lost in a maze of confusion and doubt,
I know not where I stand.
Fear of my past,
stops me in my path.
I can see the way out,
but life's obstacles block the route.
I am afraid to overome them myself,
but I am alone in this maze.
This dreaded maze and me,
Stuck, possibly for eternity.