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.`