forthrigth

perfect pacifism replaces action

there is no cure for the weary

alone

in a shell

that is confined to the soul

let me just rot

away from the crowd

helping to honor the memory

counting the ways of suffocation

gently eluding

while boisterously consuming

all that will not make us better

falling from grace never looked so appealing

shedding a tear for the youth

combining passion with the fire of candles

this is the way through the mist

the trepidatious will not survive

nor will the restless of heart

the woes of the desolate will rise in the wind

allow yourself the experience from the trenches

allow yourself

not to rely on

or succumb to the fate of the damned

salute the embodiment

emulate the role model

find yourself among all the rubble