Hi All, Don't want to say anything about this poem.. just read it.. Darkness all arround and the world outside screaming.. far away shouts a stranger struggling to get free.. A drop of tear cleans up his dust covered cheek.. A ray of light wakes him up and he finds himself under a tree.. Kill that bastard shouts the commander in cheif.. vultures sitting up just waiting for the sword to fly.. Mother nature whispers.. son come out of this grief.. take the pride in what you did and let everyone defy.. Pain is not the word to explain what he is going through.. the edge of the sword is not enough to kill the soul.. he is a prisoner and just a puppet in the whole show.. people come and spit on his face and just pass by.. Humanity is a curse honesty is a fcuking parasite.. some cryptic emotions decide the fate of destiny.. who the hell you are to decide he is wrong or right.. let the show go on let him die and make the world happy.. But no, a hand comes to his rescue to make him smile.. she looks into his eyes and says give me your soul.. I am death there is no fear once you come into my arms.. the sword cuts him off and the blood cleans all his sins.. Please comment.. ~Bish.