| Posted On: | 2007-02-27 09:32:43 |
I have fought many battles in my youth.some with freinds,some alone.It was then a source of excitation for my mind.But I have grew older.My horns have curved back.My old armor is rusty and my sword tired.
And yet.The battles to come are great.
As Achilleus,I call upon my roots,in time of needs,Call the sky to be geared again.I Scream at the gods to give me back what is mine,and give me the strenght to acheive what I seek.
These days,I feel overwhelmed.
I have made alot of enemys during my crusades.I was fighting blindly,running forward ,berserk.
I feel sad for thoses I have hurts.I wish I could take their pain on me.
But I cant.
A very frustating situation.
I see all I have shattered in my rage.
I cry the lost peices,
I cry what is no longer.
But I have no intention to stop my battles.Ahead is my troy,time is my enemy.
Its a race against time they say,
And I am not the only one running.
lets battle.
Listening To: the gold silence
