-=With A crutch=-
by:davis shadenhand

the Crutch, holds up the body, when the legs are too weak
The body holds out but only wastes my strength
the strength is dwindling, Perishing slowly.
While I Stand tall
give death the finger
"blow me"

You see the body is weak but the spirit is strong.
and as long as I can I'll carry on.
With This Blood ridden flag, and This hate that burns like fire.
Until It is over I'll never expire.

So six feet under isn't deep enough
You'll have to bury me deep beneath the earths crust
because Until I'm ready I'll keep coming up
Internally burning, until I Externally erupt.


Cut short, for a reason
You see hate is in season
but Without good meaning
I cannot justify screaming
at the top of my lungs with this lyrical gun
pointed at the temple of your prodigal son.
So in short Fare-well until the marrow
And I'd wish you good night
But I pray for your sorrow.

Abandoned for lack of a better word.

End.