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Tempted by a voice
Beckoning
Calling
Huanting every dark thought
Forcing back those memories
The meories that tear at my sanity
Calling for torture
Mental pain
Phsyical torture
Somewhere there's a line
Between life and death
Light and darkness
It goes on forever
Tettering so close to death and darkness
But clinging to life and light
Demons rip at the soul
While angels try to heal
Caught in the middle of a war
Perhaps it's punshiment
For my crime
For my torture
Perhaps it is time for the end.

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Alas as I said easter is a cruel time to me indeed. It brings only back memories of death, of the person I loved so dearily crying for the only time I'd known her in my whole life. There were many things I wanted to say yet I could not. Is this human nature? Am I just weak? Sometimes I wonder so many things.

Are we all weak? Are any of us strong? Why must we lie and wear these masks to hide ourselves? We must be afraid of each other but pride does not let us. Pride does not let us cry tears that we hold back. Pride does not let us show our weakness. It is truely a odd thing. We fear being close to others, to break down the walls we build around ourselves. However...we yearn to have someone close to us. We do not agree with ourselves do we?

It's part of our nature to have company, to belong. Many of us do not let it show however or fit in with people who know many others just to be surrounded by the others. In reality though you should find who really fits with you. Wither it be friend or lover. They should fit perfectly into your life.

Which brings me back to my main statement of what are we really? Are we weak? Strong? Can we speak the truth to those who die right before us? Or does fear strike at us preventing them? DO regrets last for all time or do they fade as time goes on? These are questions of which none of us can answer for everyone because we all are differnt. Some of us are strong the others are weak. In reality we cannot be the same in the same situation. We are all differnt.

~Shadow of Fire

"Scars of my mind
Blade at my side
Temptation sets in
I'll bring my demise"