By GoldenFlame

Shown in a shattered mirror,

Reflections of the soul.

I wish I could see clearer,

True feelings of war take their toll.

Good or evil?

Light or dark?

Night or day?

Hope or doubt?

So many beliefs,

So many fears,

So many blames,

So many tears.

I am so tired of it all,

I close my eyes,

I hear past voices call,

Nightmares of the evil frozen in the dreams.

Everyday a war is waged,

Against the mirror of my soul.

I can't take my past,

I want to forget it all.

A wolf howls in the night,

A mournful tune.

It fits my life perfectly though,

Realize I looking at the moon.

I sacrificed my heart,

I sacrificed my whole.

Am I good or evil?

That nobody knows...

~*Owari*~

A/N: I'm trying to write not so depressing poems. I really am. But when your me,

you just can't write happy, isn't that pathetic? You can answer that question if

you want, it won't hurt. Hey wow, I didn't write about tears in this one, that

is a first. Wait, yes I did... never mind. If you would like me to write more

poetry, or you have comments, question, flames, praises, or anything not listed,

please review or send me and e-mail at: goldenflame_trowaz_

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