Lone Wolf
Am alone in the back i scavenge for my life depends on it if i was to stop i'd die so i scavenge and hope to find a pack to call my own for i am alone and seeking life in a desolate wasteland it is hard to live but i keep going my endless strife
Goodbye
Perhaps you should have considered their pains and their strife, before you decided how much you relied upon the knife. you walked within your mind, thinking if you could run the blade along your arm and free the ruby blood.
The Volcano
Nbsp; you never move nor do you breathe, but you're unstoppable, and forever seethe, dark is your shadow, yet blindingly bright is your wake, you rumble deeply, slumbering for eons, but not for our sake, existing carefree, demolishing everything without strife
Agnosticism
An end to money, love, and strife. but what more lies beyond the veil, to tempt your weary eyes? none of us know, and none can say. and to the liar: will you pay? if it is known and otherwise it is, will he say "liar"?
Cynders poem
Pain was all i felt for the first part of my life torn apart day to day by dark magic to spread the dark masters will and strife trapped within a body that wasn't even my own, i would scream and cry but the tears would fall silently inside, never shown
My Hope, My Love.
My light in dark... you pulled me out of my pit, and have been there in my times of strife. i've not known you very long, but you seem to slip into my mind, you've become the macaroni to my cheese. the feathers in my pillow.
Windows to the Soul
There are no happy endings, no fading into life, just tales of much misfortune, and never-ending strife. when i should get out, i travel in. i see the true stories, where another always wins.
Synthesis
Our own devices, some of us have paid the prices, we come in many different forms, and comply with every norm, some with flesh and some with fur, we're treated like a mangy cur, all i wanted from my life, was happiness and lack of strife
A Ode to a Lost and Bewildered Friend
An ode this is to living your life an ode this is to gaining reason an ode this is to removing your strife for most of it is gone within a season.
My Hope, My Love.
My light in dark... you pulled me out of my pit, and have been there in my times of strife. i've not known you very long, but you seem to slip into my mind, you've become the macaroni to my cheese. the feathers in my pillow.
We walk
Offer me your paw now we must walk, together whispers on the wind the eyes return, but they no longer just watch they roar, and curse me i'm so tired, tired of the fighting i let go of your paw let me rest, no more strife
On the Road
To simply see the world from a greater sky for the simplest, smallest happy matters of life are faithful to the people who see through the strife we are on the road (we are on the road) our frequent dream of reality resides and will surpass