i dont no if people will understand this at all for the sorrow is great "broken ties" the lost are those who are living, yet the lost are those found. as eyes may open for the first time grasping the light, others close and rot for ever. as time has yet teased us all again. as the rich red love is drained out from the body,life it self grows cold and vastly erupts into the nothingness we are. to embrace the pain that should never be, condemnd to the fate that only one would admire. war cries leap on through the nites, brewwing the pain which stirs in eachs own heart, well being decived with everything being okay. DEamons scattered through out ones mind, perceiving on with such illusive thoughts.as ones misfortunes is yet anothers serenity. the blood shed is one's pride, and the other disgrace. the souless rebel for the rights they no longer achieved. The Dead walk and the living rest. the pain is suffered, and enslaves those who have not. to rise up and stand alone, or lay down on the grounds of the weak. waiting for these day to end, as the silence is yet to come as the serated blade taps against the ground, as you plunge with it. The power between life and death shows it vast numbers. Gifts of god are broken as are the ties of life. bleed from the heart is those who are unloved, from the eyes one can see their true fate with those who embrace with the warmpth only prvided by the great, if there was to say to be.