In a fight of life,
It's hard to beat,
One who too often,
Has tasted defeat.

Giving, living,
Loving, and losing.
How this one stands,
Is often confusing.

He completely disregards,
Every emotional pain,
And with the physical,
He treats it the same.

It cannot be human,
But we all know he is,
No matter how much abuse,
Every ounce becomes his.

Once his pain,
Fuels his fire,
This new enigma,
Burns with desire.

With the odds against him,
Once his number is called,
Everyone tries to capitalize,
With his back against a wall.

His anger grows,
Lost love becomes might,
He is constantly known,
As the knife in a gun fight.

The Past is his key,
to his sharpened power,
He was once gentle,
Like a delicate flower.

But with times come change,
And change brings deciet,
This once pure soul,
No longer tastes defeat.

Best of friends,
Worst of rivals,
All feel the wrath,
Of the Knife's trials.

Once he emerges,
He feels victorious,
Until he realizes,
He lives in lonliness.
Unknown "Teh Crazy One" Festive - 16 years, 7 months ago

Iron fist, mind of steel
No one knows how he feels
Emotionless and cold
He feels all alone.

How does one go on
Living his life with no one
How is there such pride
Forcing through his quickened stride?

He claims that everything is fine
When deep inside he lost his mind
Foolish one lives in solitude
But keeps his lack of attitude

He will say he is happy,
Occasionally quite crappy,
Is it work that's the trouble,
Or does something else burst the bubble?

His fist iron, his mind steel
But how does his heart truely feel?
Not as emotionless, nor as cold,
But still appears all alone.

If she knew his pain, knew his desire,
Knew what fueled his only fire,
To hear those words he so desires
He could be happy, no longer a liar.
Unknown "Teh Crazy One" Festive - 16 years, 7 months ago

What If I died tomorrow?
Who would live in dire sorrow?
Would I be remembered with laughter in air?
Or would it be with hatred and despair?

Would anyone realize I wasn't there?
Or would they be too busy to simply care?
Would people bother to shed a tear?
Knowing I succumbed to my only fear?

Perhaps it could be a thoughtful plan,
One to rid the world of a helping hand.
Maybe a bullet, hand, or even a knife,
Could bother, harm, or take this life.

Would I leave a legacy?
Perhaps a tiny piece of me?
A little something left behind,
To remind humanity to be more kind?

What would become of my friends?
Knowing I came to bitter ends?
Maybe I would die alone,
Hallow, empty, lost at home.

It seems as though no one would mind,
Not even the closest, dearest friends of mine.
Perhaps everyone would be satisfied,
If tomorrow had came, and I had died.
Unknown "Teh Crazy One" Festive - 16 years, 7 months, 2 days ago

We learn to live
Learn to cope,
Shattered dreams
With broken hope
I once had faith
But nevermore,
You sealed my fate
When you closed that door.

You hit me left,
When I looked right,
One quick instant
There was no fight.
Dumbfounded looks
Over my face
My world stood still
As I fell from grace.

You took what I loved
And made it leave,
So now I'm here
Left to bleed.
We both knew
Things were good
Then my hope was destroyed
Just like my mood.

What changed your mind?
Influenced your decision?
To leave me battered and bruised,
With such painful precision.
The sharpest knife
Against my skin
A brand new pain
About to begin.

A crimson puddle
Down by my feet
For the last time
I will taste defeat.
I look at my reflection
And what do I see?
A shell of the person
That used to be me.

Now a void
Fills my life
It is now replaced
By this sharpen knife.
Endless blood flows
From this incision,
Just because of one
Fateful decision.

Heaviest Hearts
Can take but so much
Often the softest blows,
Make them crunch.
My time has come,
To an abrupt end
Finally making sure...
This will never happen again.
Unknown "Teh Crazy One" Festive - 16 years, 7 months, 2 days ago

I'm really getting tired
of living this bit
sure its a different day
packed with the same shit.

People call me brother
People call me friend
yet for some reason
the bullshit games never end.

the human body can take punishment
They say the mind can as well
When it comes to my heart
It lives in pure hell

I love the way some say
That i am being used
if only they knew the real one
who was being abused.

Why do i still help people?
The ones who say what the do
The reasoning is simple
Its just what i do.

So say what you will about me
Say what you will about my friends
Just remember that after your actions
Karma will make amends.

Pick your actions wisely
your words even more choiced
for when your final verdict comes
may the actions against you be voiced
Unknown "Teh Crazy One" Festive - 16 years, 7 months, 2 days ago