It started out simple
A face in the crowd
A shelter for a travler
A picture in a book

The simple life is so good
The taste of bread
The smell of air
And water
And peace

When things come to pass
That should not interrupt life
But do anyway for the sake of fate
Then the mind withers under the weight

I wish...

But nay, it begins anyway
The shreading of innocence
The influence of evil
The bending of his will
Ignorence... Innocence....

No love anymore.
None left to spare for him.

Time drags on mercilessly
Along with evil
Corruptong kills his former self

Hibernation

Disruption from disgused good
He moves once again
Evil seeking evil
But dragging good with it

The good is beaten,
Butchered,
Used,
Lost...

Long this carrys on
Noone sees the good
Thus shuns it
Foolish not to try and find it

But they don't know it's there

Tired eyes open again on a new, yet tortured age
On the evil again
Good also
Scorning also

Will none help?
Someone tries
They are killed
Beaten
Cursed

Evil twists the mind of the innocent
No help anywhere
Another trys,
But is carrying a burden too great
The same evil

No help
No help
Will you?
I tried
I can't reach
Pulled back
Tears
A different story

Finally, twisted and butchered
Driven to the very end
A last thought of the old life
The peace

Then death
But who cares?
You?
Most likely not
It is a hard choice
Many do not make it

Me?
This is a tribute
To all faces in the crowd
Shelters to travlers
Forgotten pictures in books
And him
Yes him

May he find his peace in death
His lost friends
His lost generation
His lost life that could have been

Will you hope for the lost?
Or will you hope for the found?
It is a hard choice
Some make it
Will you?