kybrant

my eyes they pierce the darkness my mind it pierces the illusions my tongue pierces the lies my ears the hear through the static my finger pierce the cold my nose smells through the rotten my heart beats through the pain my touch pierces the loneliness my feet turn from the one way path my body creates a new path my mind perceives this path my eyes illuminate this path my ears are filled with sweet sounds my tongue speaks only truths my fingers feeling warmth my nose can smell orange an vanilla my heart feels light my touch enveloped with that of others my feet don't hesitate

born in pool of darkness reaching for a light to grasp only to be yanked back by his chains he learns to embrace the darkness that dwells inside he learns to be a soldier one that stays in the dark one that grabs the hands of the ones lost in the dark and thrusts them to the light a warrior a saint a soldier a sinner a killer a teacher a lover a wolf a savior a destroyer a person that exists and does not at the same time this is Matheis

Like rusty shackles that hold prisoners at bay limiting what they can do. we the human race places shackles upon ourselves. We call them restraints we do it in every sense we shackle our hearts as to not get hurt, we shackle our strength so we can't hurt others, we shackle our minds so we do not destroy our bodies, we shackle our emotions as to not seem weak, we shackle our bodies so we may not move, we shackle our senses so we don't go mad. Shackles are hard to break but whats connected to them is much easier these are chains. Chains can be as hard as diamonds or as brittle as twigs. In my case my mind and body are covered in these chains. M

Stepping through the door, your ears and body are filled with beats, smell of lingering cigarettes fills your nostrils, the bass rocks you to your very soul, lights flash and lasers glow as the pass by your eyes, some are dancing, some are bouncing to the beat, some are using their arms and light patterns on their fingertips make them look like stars in air, bumping into people is common and sweat being swamped as you each brush against each other, some of them hug on occasion, some of them share drinks and others cigarettes, some talk in little groups, this scene doesn't belong to one particular group, this scene belongs to the

The town is one of small size, houses litter small streets, less than a hundred of people to greet, fields of green,gold,red, and orange. Streams of clear glistening water, creeks and babbling brooks, children smiling, laughing,and playing outdoors, women out doing chores, men working hard in the offices,fields and many more. Clean country air for all to breath, crisp cool and refreshing forever more. This is the kind of town I once knew and loved, but now it is painted in bright red,orange,white, backdrop of black. Men yell and woman scream, Children cry and others curse, Families flee, while other stay to see, the creeks a

I will stand in the darkness, so you may stand in the light. I will listen to the bumps in the night, so you can sleep in silence. I will feel the pain, so you may enjoy the bliss. I will taste the sour, so you may taste the sweet. I will smell the rotten and putrid, so you may smell the flowers. I will pick up the sword, so you may never have to see the sight of blood. I will raise the flag of rebellion, so you may live free. I am a warrior, I fight so you do not, I fight so you may enjoy the freedoms that my Forefathers died and lived by, I will continue to fight, for that is what my blood tells me to do.