Spinning around in circles as we become insane.
Look at yourself, you have turned to murdering that spreads.
There is red colored rain as they beat the innocent with a cane.
As I watch you tearing them to shreds, what sanity that I have left is on the last few threads.
Wandering alone with broken bones.
I wonder about what it is like to be a hero.
Even though I fought against people that hit me with words which were much more painful than stones.
The war has hit ground zero.
Friends were never here.
Much love is what I have not ever known.
My story will be written by none other than by William Shakespeare.
I have now grown.
Into the shores of the ocean.
My moving on is in fast motion.`