TwistedFate

Broken inside, haunted and alone Walking through life, all on his own  All his losses, his heart still mourns Tears in his eyes, cos of chances blown  With no real direction, he wanders on Walking through roses, but covered in thorns  Thinking of his purpose, why he was born And why it's always his heart that ends up torn  The road winds long with much in his way  His desolate heart wanders without much to say  Fighting for his sanity with each passing day  Hoping the next person he meets might actually stay His mind clouded, pondering what went wrong  Looking for reasons for him to remain strong  Pushing through hurdles on his journey long Growing tired and weary of the same old song Weak and broken, the predators begin to stalk Like a fish in the water through eyes of a hawk  All he wants in life is an ear to hear him talk Hopefully he will find it, and end his long walk 

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 ...

smiling, living through darkness and pain finding solace in all the scars and sutures peering through a window at the falling rain and tearing at the very thought of a lonely future dreaming of solitude on the islands hallow shores observing in envy at the happiness in the world the pretender lives, broken and alone with all his woes even in crowds, in his heart the blood incessantly curled but as he moves on through life, the face he wears is strong a tortured soul, once so full of life, just simply fades never intending to do anyone any wrong nursing scars left from serrated edged blades knowing no fear of man, only fears of responsibility moving through life, drowning in memories of yesterday knowing there are others who suffer from life's perpetual complexity from failed attempts to drown sorrows, dull hangovers everyday hoping that one day an end will come to this ill-gotten charade through poetry, comedy, mindless benders and games reminiscing, memories in a mind so brutally ...

You, the woman who once owned my heart, You, the one I fell in love with from the start, You, the one with a smile that light up the dark, You, the one who owned my heart left a mark, You, the one whose love was more than perfect, You, the one I lost, because of decisions I now regret, You, the one I once called my soul mate, You, the one I would have died for without debate, You, the one with the voice I longed to hear, You, the one who gave me a reason to show no fear, You, the one whose love I could not resist, You, the one whose hugs and kisses, were absolute bliss, You, the one whose hand fit so perfectly in mine, You, the reason the sun would always shine, You, the one with whom I wanted to spend the rest of my life, You, the reason I got through so much strife You, the one whose arms I effortlessly fell in, You, the one who melted me with your cheeky grin, You, the one with the lips I once longed to kiss, You, the woman, I will always miss.

Memories are all we have left of the past whether they're good or bad, they always last they are all that remain of us in the end for all our time with our family and friends From the carefree days of our childhood to the ultimate chaos that is our adulthood every success or failure always stays in our mind regardless if the journey was pleasant or unkind They are all we have of the places we've been of the love, sorrow and beauty we've seen in an instant they can make us happy or sad because they are all we have of what we had They are the best and worst of times gone by they have the the power to make us laugh or cry because sometimes remembering is a curse and it does nothing but make things worse These are the things we try to erase from memory things like pain, sadness, heartbreak and treachery but for some reason the memories that always linger are the very ones that hurt like a scorpions stinger Memories are a record of all we've been t...

October 20th 1996, was a day that changed everything one simple left turn, and it was all or nothing a simple long weekend trip was all it took the memories of what happened next, had as all a little shook It didn't make much sense that we had two vehicles that day if the trees of Yala could speak, it would talk about this story today simply put the second vehicle brought six souls home that night they would all agree that the events of this day, gave us a fright By around 10am, we had seen most of what there was to see except the leopard, which was as elusive as can be our guide told us to take a left up ahead greeted by armed men escorting white vans, we all thought we would end up dead We stopped dead in our tracks, they opened the doors of the car what happened there after was testament to the situation in our country by far 'take us to the manik ganga' they said, and we did what we were told I'll never forget the events of this day,  even when I'm old It was la...

Once again he fights to go to sleep, wanting to make things right and earn his keep everyday he battles memories of his past he craves to be free of pain at long last Blood, sweat and tears, spilled like a soldier, with every hour that goes by, he feels the world get colder in his heart of hearts, he knows he's not the only one that suffers one would think all the scars would make him tougher How does one survive a life of broken dreams?, to clear a mind so beaten, internally he screams continuing down that long and lonely road, his shoulders weighed down by a heavy load Once again lying a wake in his bed, wondering if he can make true, the visions in his head, life is a fight, a battle and sometimes a war emotions so pure, so painful, so raw Battered and beaten, he keeps getting back to his feet, knowing he has to stand up, even in the face of defeat onward he plods and pushes through the demons both near and far and his memories will haunt him forever, lik...

There's an old saying that reads like this, "and then there was one" when you're all that' left there'a always a twist, a lone warrior, who respects all and fears none, You can fight for what you believe in, a cause that you believe is great, a cause for happiness, a reason to grin, one can assume happiness is worth the wait, Now it's his turn to stand alone, like a cowboy with his six gun, walking in the wind, he fights's to win, to regain his throne, to put down his critics and all those fiends, Feeling like a stranger in a strange land, battling silently, this game of life has a tendency to twist, to go out in a blaze of glory, he waits patiently, shooting first and questioning later, with the flick of the wrist, the last outlaw, with a chip on his shoulder, the last man standing will finally decent, a true old school soldier, one day, his sins, he will repent haunted by his past, his heart in a cast, he walks alone, he bears no branding, in his min...