Its all the same nothing here seems to have changed  the shattered bottles and broken dreams still remain  what was it for then to be made to feel?  a curse so wretched a nightmare all too real  and it will be this way forever  the shards of glass that severed  it will take a chance of insanity  the start of death to end the grief  to steal the peace  the life of a theif  is this what is greed?  to take life to breathe  if judged this maybe  long after deceased  so long is thy tree  burn slow sink deep  (a whisper passed by through the leaves in the trees uttered its sectret grew faint and weak with it came tears with it came grief before there was hope before there was peace)  a whisper sang sofly through night the sky became afire and died  the struggles that once were are not  crossed out torn up thrown to rot  the fire the spire the fear and the burn  grow old grow tired look back at such turns sing into the breeze as if it carried a dream  in hope sit in wonder if this was something  there was a light just out of sight of a truth  just out of touch with a clue that led to something anew  and save stories in journals left behind  from mankind in graves of grief and glory  survived the last time