Child In Despair

Extensive Persistence

Breathe..

Don’t sweat it out,

This isn’t over yet,

You’ll get another try.

There is something very precious and dear,

Something far from your reach.

A forbidden fruit you wish to taste

to quench the thirst a dead conscience raised.

It binds you in chains of lust

blinding you from everything sane.

You keep on biting the dust

wondering why you took that lane.

You fight, you try and resist

to let it go away

You lose, you cry and persist

to do it all again.

Truth finds you and stares you in face,

softly whispers that fruit is sour in taste.

Lifetime of failure fails to show you your place,

Repeated mistake fails to end your craze.

You know you can never get it.

Still you never stop trying.

You are falling deep into an abyss.

Still you dream of flying.

You fight, you try, you resist

to see that there is no gain.

You lose, you cry, you persist

to bear the same pain again.

Armistice

Brotherhood is a solemn state of unrest,

a relation held close by a bloodline undead.

Love working constantly as a catalyst

to save what’s about to fade to red.

Greed an ingredient hard to digest

cooked a luring recipe too sour

left two brothers in a long arrest

of a hunger to have all the power.

Oh dear brother, you have missed thy chance 

of being a ruler of our mighty land.

Better step down, give me what I want

or I will snatch it from your bloody hand. 

Can’t you see your mother reeling?

She can’t watch her children killing..

Oh mother!

you don’t understand!

I too want my share of pride

I crave this more than my sad little life

In my corner I can no more hide

it’s my turn to use this side of knife

Oh dear brother! You should understand

this fight will break her and will leave her dead

I don’t wan’t to fight you, you can have this land

just let me warn you of this these tainted sands.

let us end this war…

Oh dear brother! You were right before

I was blinded by this darkness of power

I am glad to have found my cure

and sad to know I almost killed our mother

and the mighty land prospered…

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Sleep comes too slowly
to his eyes burdened with trust.
Tear drops turn into holy
water failing to quench his thirst.
Tasted the betrayal
of his mind smitten with lust.
Wasted his breath on a
aching heart longing to burst.