Ares |
You wander through the world, From one bed to another, Taking virgins, Breaking hearts, Abandoning those in need; It's nothing to you, Ares, Only the thrill of the conquest And the taste of victory. Oh, Ares, can't you see, Don't you know? This life, it's good now; You're winning and in control. One day, Ares, You'll wake up in a world You don't know, With not a one left To care at all, None to offer comfort. You'll look around A ruined battlefield, Ares, And cry out in anguish When you realize You have finally received That which you have always given-- Pain, despair, and solitude... There are those who Open their arms to you even now, Ares, But you only laugh, sneer, And run your bloody sword Through one pure heart after another. One day, a broken sword Will be all you have left; Love, warmth, and hope Will no longer belong to you then. Though the angels cry for you, Ares, With eyes cast down in grief, Even angels can be turned away, As you turn from them one by one. And in the end, Ares, Though you place the blame on Everyone in and out of view, Save one, You know deep inside, Only that one-- Yourself-- Holds the fault. |
�SaraSue Crawford January 18, 2001 |