The Pain and The Violence.

I wander in silence...
I ponder the violence...
Why do they hide?
Why do they fight?
There is no maybe anymore...
There is still no 'they might' ...
They are two people, alone in this world.
All they can do anymore is be more.
Two separate lives, two separate souls.
Yet bound by these rules, and their love.
We hate it, but we stay with this.
How is something so strong,
yet so weak..?
How can this bond be unbearable,
untouchable, untearable..?
They fight, they tear, they rip, they
share.
The pain makes us colder, and all the
more a soldier.
On the front lines we stand, with our
grand plan.
Our incite unfolds, as everyone told.
We are confused and lost, in a world of hope.
Our dreams they shatter, like glass on the floor.
Our hope, long gone, like never before.
Everyone knows, but none of them see...
None of them hear...
None of them feel...
No one but me, feels, hears, and sees their pain.
I use their anger, their pain, their loud voiced opinions.
And hide away...
I go to a dark place, where nobody knows my face.
A place of evil, despair, and something so sweet.
These things can kill in one simple heartbeat.