Alarum

Fire my senses
disreguard for the blade
holds ages of pain
along its edge

Soft leather sheath
knows not the yield
of pure chaos
it contains

Get them off of me,
you wont take it away
Send them down to hell,
a place where they belong


Cold winter night
knows not its beauty
nor the tired death
from its embrace.

Might from longing
hardened body and mind
as if structure fortifies
standing alone.

Scars and memories,
will never fade away
trust and honor
are gone today
Deep contempt
and futile ways
self destruction
the rich man pays
Tonight its my turn
my frame be razed
demons within
come out and play