Our fight you cannot win. <br />Forgetting is our sin. <br />Inside you find your scream. <br />When sanity runs out of heroes. <br />Blood is wasted on demons. <br />My pulse is enough to call your bluff. <br />Their tears are only shed to feel. <br />Their weakness is that the sickness is real. <br />I hear bodybags pledging peace. <br />U recieve them with a desease. <br />Death kiss is what you give. <br />Still glorified you live.<br /><br />Alejandro Velez<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/expectations/
