Night today

Don't fall asleep
as death silently creeps

he takes many forms
a shape shifting poltergeist
he'll take you back, to before you were born.

Stay vigilant, don't get torn
as a rose has thorns
like the devil has horns.

So look high and pray for an early dawn
and take salvation, in the new, brightly lit morn

Regret at the end.

Kept down, beneath the giants shoe
who would of guessed the highest peaks he flew
and the countless faces, he once knew

in the people's memories, he's a mere presence
a meagre extension of his essence.

Now pinned within the dying light
the frantic eyes, looking for a holy sight
for someone to hear the last words he'll ever recite
of the wrongs, he can never right.

I will not fight

in a battle of the masses
whipping peace, with bloody lashes.

Maybe a few, will be thy enemy
but a bigger chance, innocence will fall infront of ye.

                So, I will not fight
in a battle of the masses
and whip peace, with bloody lashes