Scars

I tear my heart open,
I sow myself shut
My weakness is that I care too much
My scars remind me that the past is real
I tear my heart open just to feel

Drunk and I'm feeling down
And I just wanna be alone
I'm pissed cause you came around
Why don't you just go home
Cause you channel all your pain
And I can't help to fix myself
Your making me insane
All I can say is

I tried to help you once
A kiss will only vise
I saw you going down
But you never realized That your drowning in the water
So I offered you my hand
Compassions in my nature
Tonight is our last dance

I'm drunk and I'm feeling down
And I just wanna be alone
You shouldn't ever came around
Why don't you just go home?
Cause your drowning in the water
And I tried to grab your hand
And I left my heart open
But you didn't understand
But you didn't understand
You fix yourself I can't help you fix yourself

But at least I can say I tried
I'm sorry but I gotta move on with my own life
I can't help you fix yourself
But at least I can say I tried
I'm sorry but I gotta move on with my own life

There is no end to war...

To the idiots who think war is bad. Every major conflict in the historyof the known world was solved by violence and war. From the Native Americans to the early Sumerians. That is the nature of your species and you cannot change it. All you can do is hope your side wins and shut the fuck up. If your not fighting then you have no place to complain and the ammendment that gives you the right to talk shit about war and those who fight in it is wasted on you. Those who die out there in a place you only know through CNN and CSPAN without their families or friends their blood is wasted on protecting you. You dont deserve their sacerfice and if you dont like it then go fuck off somewhere else. War is everywhere and it will never end unless you go and fight it.
"Only the dead have seen the end of war"
"This is war and in war you do not fight for your own life but for the death of your enemy"

What moves you to think?

This made me think. I like it because I believe I can forgive anything give the chance and the time to recover from what ever it is that needs forgiveness.

The weak can never forgive. Forgiveness is the attribute of the strong.” — Mohandas Gandhi

Where is the strength.

Pulling my halo down, I should be medicated.
There is a certain amount of destruction in my behavior that has over the years evolved into an art form and almost a dance with my own mortality. I hate me and I am so in love with me. That is my duality. I hate myself so I attack others with a visciousness that is unmatched to this day by anyone I know. The reason is I dont like to leave marks on peoples skin I would rather leave a burned memory in their mind. A smell that reminds them of me and makes them cry. A sound that will forever make their skin crawl or make them jump to the ceiling. Its that side of me that craves power that is this way. That is the me in business and in dealings with those foolish enough to cross me. I dont hold grudges I just seek revenge. I like justice and I enjoy dispensing my own sort when I see it convenient. Its not done out of hate for the person but rather out of a desire to set a record straight or a wrong made right. That me very few see and those who do will never speak of it for fear of their life. You know who you are and I will kill you if you try to play your games with me again. Doubt me watch my eyes when I am not watching you. They are not the eyes of a lover naturally. I am a predator, flesh and bone but I am a lover by choice. I have very little humanity left. This all kinda makes me uncomfortable around people. If I am in a large crowd for too long and too many people are talking to me watch my eyes again and you will be able to hear me screaming with rage.
The other side wants a family and a child or two or ten and maybe even a few dogs. I am capable of so much love it hurts not to let it out. I only wish there was a balance between the two worlds. I dont know but I am at a crossroads and if I dont act soon this will pass me by. I do love this girl but I need to dull my edge and kill the beast. I am afriad to do that because that will only make me more of a liability when the days turn to night and the nights are thick with the smoke of the burning dead. When heaven walks on earth and hell comes to claim its own there are those warriors who are ordained to protect the innocent and escort pure of heart to safety.