Poetry By Shadow Orphan

Little boy walking down the street
Big sad eyes
Looking down at his feet
Thinking of all the things he had seen
And all the places he had been
Not knowing what to do
Just walking down the road
All his thoughts, a heavy load
As darkness falls over the light
All his biggest fears come true in the night
He sees many faces
As they haunt his sleep
He knows his head will go under 
He knows he's in too deep
There's no way back
Down that crooked track
And on Christmas eve
As he walked down the street
God asked him to leave
As a bullet stopped the beat...

The smell of death surrounds me
Emty ropes as far as I can see
All the frustration and the pain
All their crys for help were in vain
It's the rule of the silent hill
You only come here to kill
Leave your life behind
No one cares the world has gone blind
Sit in your black room of cloud
Play your death music too loud
The silent sound of tears
The raging hell of all the fears
Go up that silent hill
Don't forget the rule to kill...

If only I could fly away
Get out of the rhythm of the day
Sun comes up
Sun goes down
I think I'm going to drown
The days flow into each other
Without changing color
No crossroads in sight
At the end of the tunnel there is no light
I've stoped screaming years ago
But now I've hit my all time low
I have to start fighting again
But where do I begin
All I see now is the sun going down
Above a burnt out town
Dreaming in the day
Screaming in the night
I'm not going to give up without a fight