Lost Cause

She ran Faster than she ever had before

Revenge Ends in Two Graves

It's time To break out

I hate this I hate,

The cries of battle Sound alarmingly similar

I breathe in ash Until I choke Wheezing from the dirt

Bloody footprints lead the way To a gruesome sight

There was broken glass Scattered across the entryway

There is a chill in the air That rushes up my spine

This life is a curse That I hope to find

I see Nothing I hear Nothing I smell Nothing I taste Nothing I feel Nothing There is Nothing Here for me Nothing -Kel Dayheart