as i walk in the soothing darkness of the night, i began to look at the restless sky and wonder, how did i ever get here? , where i'm i going? how will i relight the flames when they're cold? why do i dream when my thoughts mean nothing? and when will i learn to control?

i here, after all the time that was wasted, feeling old, or was it the times that are old? , where did the times go? sweeping through the years like dust to the skies, what do i believe in? the moments i feel living, are the moments i bite the steel , the  sword and the gun, pleasure of pain , is what makes me sane.

some told me, i should have put more faith in god, they never knew that i still believe in god, but god no longer believes in me, heaven or hell? yeah, i knew them well, but i haven't made choice, i feel like i am walking on a tightwire but i can't look down,and yet.... i sense a fateful wind blowing through this hanging soul.

Howls my name, Heralds my fall.

Right.

I have seen so much since coming to this thread!