westernmystery's blog: "Heart of the Warrior"

It's a hard feeling to feel though you have nothing anymore. That endless pit as it become bottomless. Your twist turn bend and break your body is mangled beyond belief. You lips part and your eyes sink, you close them one last time and breath in the bask of the love you once felt before it leaves you forever. Nothing matters anymore after that feeling is gone, such a feel is never found again. Once in a life and now I must wait till my next life. The warriors blood pools and now she takes her last breath and finds peace. I have always love and always felt love, but now I feel nothing but cold. Farewell.

It has come to my eyes, that life is a very fraile and innocent thing, there comes a time when you have to accept things for as they are. You can't help but reflect upon the better moments in your heart.When things seemed to simple. You can almost taste the rememberance of what it once was. Like a heavily drawn swig from a crisp cool bottle of Vodka. You the feel the burning blaze as it rips fire across your lips and down your throat. Your eyes begin to water and you find it so hard to collect those thoughts lost. But somehow you can't, you feel your walls closing in around you, everyone is turning away on you. You've struck rock bottom, and your alone, you finally realize there is nothing going to change. So you take one last breath as you look once more upon the stars and whisper to yourself. I love you, no other moment will come between us, but you and I. We are the same. Forgive me, forgive me for my inability to be there when you needed me most, forgive me for not seeing it from your eyes, forgive me for the vanity and stupidity I own for my stubborness, I am only human like you, born into this existance to love, and to lose. We are all losers, never do we win, I am brought down for the loss of one for whom I love. She has my heart, she knows who she is, and I will never give up on her. As I pray she will never give up on me. Goodnight, may peace find us somewhere along the lines so that we are not left broken and alone in this passing.

The price one places upon the heart, there is no price that anyone can name that would go beyond what should be consider. Quite known the facts that some to none understand what I mean by price and value of a heart. Blood is blood, red as the maple leaf, casting it's veil of crimson whispers in the night, as all we do is listen. Shear questions chip away upon the iceberg of existance as value is questioned over and over again. But really it is the value we feel within ourselves that matters. And to those that we feel closest to us. The value of others to there own opinions means what? Nothing to the one whom values him/her(self). Just shear guidance and realization that the existance of value belongs to us not to those whom surround us.