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Author: Arks
Fiction Rated: K - English - Romance - Published: 07-10-05 - Updated: 07-10-05 - id:1959729
The controversy

Is it my destiny

To fight along my ennemy

And to forget my allies

The ones who didn't told me any lies

Will I always wonder

If it's me in the mirror

This time, I won't flee

Cause now, I know it's only me

But for you, am I an illusion?

Destined to flicker away

I'm asking myself this question

Is this really my way?

Not an illusion, maybe a ghost

A dead soul, wandering and lost

Seeking for help but finding none

And in your memories, nearly gone

Freezing in the deserst in the middle of the day

Finding myself at home when the sky is gray

Some of you kept me alive with you laught

But I'm in the middle of the ocean and it's only a raft

Only one feeling come to me, hate

About this damn thing that brough me there, fate

Trying to forgive itself with this rain

To wipe away all of those pain

But all that it's doing is to drown me

And since I'm in the middle of the sea

No one can hear my screams

And I can't be reasoned by any means

The worse will be done

I'll die alone...

Without friends, without anyone

And then, suddenly, I'll be gone

Now I hope that you'll see

What it's to be me

I'm used of wearing this smiling mask

And to be assigned with that hardest task

To help my friends with their problems

To be their confident, always with them

But I tend to put mines away

And they usually come back in the middle of the day

Making me go from happy to sad

After this long, it's enough to make someone insane

But I remain sane, I think so

Cause there is something I know

There is people that need me

Even in the middle of my controversy

I love you, my friends, all of you

You're the one that sew

Some of the bruises of my soul

I'll stand before the upcoming foul

With a little spark in the eye

Able to remove the tie

Making me able to fight

For this spark, this portion of light

And even if I stand alone in here

I know you're there, somewhere

You're the ones who helped me raising this sword

You're the ones who gave me this armor

I stand there like in the legends

Those with dragons, magic and giants

This evil dragon against the holy knight, representing the light

Or is it, in my case, the opposite? Am I an evil knight?

Whatever, it's the epic fight, Good versus Evil

The one that was always in a standstill

And it will finally end..

The final battle will be in my mind.



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