TwistedFate

Tis' the season again, time has flown by another year gone, let the fireworks fly decorations, gifts and blissful holiday cheer with family and friends from far and near December is a month of happy celebrations a month to forget about life's many frustrations a time to reflect on the year that we've had and to accept it whether it was good or bad There's Christmas offers and shopping galore decorations on houses, streets and stores last minute presents both the hits and misses standing under mistletoe and stealing kisses But there are people that don't get to celebrate without family, gifts, food or even a plate and as we enjoy Christmas we often forget to give something back and not feel regret It's a season for everyone to unite in harmony to ignore caste & creed and embrace humanity it's a time for peace to prevail over all conflict for laying down arms and the pain it inflicts Christmas should be celebrated by everyone i

Alone at the bar, trying to drown his sorrows wandering to himself if there's a better tomorrow with each sip, he dwells further into his past sitting there through the night, until the bottle spills its last A bottle, a bucket of ice and an ashtray on his table drinking all night until he cant stand, or is barely able a mind already so clouded, just getting darker once a clear picture, now blurred out by a black marker Reminiscing about the his past mistakes Singing sad songs, wondering what it takes To amend his wrongs and make things right But he slips so far,  he just gives up the fight The bar keep looks at him, staring blindly into space wondering to himself 'how does this guy keep this pace?' his mind is open and free from all the poisonous memories, only when his body is overflowing with booze, does he find his victory The only thing that he doesn't want to is get in to a fight because that would only ruin not only his but also ever

Riding alone, passing through town after town only his horse and six shooter by his side barely a friend in the world, he always wears a frown only fearing the responsibilities of settling at the end of ride Sitting down in the evenings by light of a fire haunted by the screaming that he hears in his head feeling so lonely, though there is one his heart desires the weight of the world on his shoulders, echoing in the tears he has shed So much burden he carries with him in his heart so much pain he wishes he could be free of when he sits down to think, he doesn't know where to start the one he loves in his head, a smile so wide and skin so soft As he reflects on his past and everything he has been through the anger in him grows and it motivates him to continue moving and there is one fact about him that is undoubtedly true he fears no man and his heart of hearts needs no proving In his heart of hearts he is a good man and many would agree helping people with their problems at every