Deer leap clear across the field
Elegant and graceful,
Beautiful and limber.
The beauty of the open grass,
the feeling of freedom,
outweighs the threat of danger.

The hunter stalks his prey,
hidden by the the grasses.
The very grass that lures the deer to freedom,
also leads the deer to it's death.
The hunter is filled with power,
arrogance filling the hole virtues left.

He takes his aim.
He shoots.

The once limber deer is dead.

How am I supposed to keep doing this?

Everyday, forcing myself to breathe instead of cry
Pushing away sleep's soft kiss of unconsciousness
Deciding to be good, be there, take care of other people
Smiling, always, always smiling
Even when it's so tremulous it might just flutter itself to pieces
Fighting to keep it on my face, where it belongs

Please, I wasn't meant for this
None of us were
Our backs ache
Our showers are full of bottles of recipes that somebody made
That go down the drain
And will **** a river someday
There are stars, and minds, and an infinity of nothingness
That extends out to both sides of our timeline
I wasn't supposed to think about that
I broke the mechanics
And I'm not sure how or how to want to fix it

How am I supposed to keep doing this?

I keep my eyes dancing towards the future, I take one step, then another,
I will fight dragons in my mind
We may not have it yet, but we will find a how to fix it guide
I can do this
We can do this

I have to believe because otherwise I will die

i will scream until i have no voice, even if i have no chance of anyone listening

I rise from ashes.
I am not washed away by rain,
or carried away in gusts of wind.
I am renewed. I reform. I rise.
And by God, you should be terrified.

Every time I rise again I am stronger.
Behead me and I'll be born with double the power.
Your fear of me only fuels my fire.
And each time the ability to end you becomes stronger.
Each time I rise, I know more, can be more.

Don't Test Us*

Turn around and run,
Your too far out of your league.
Why you insist on fighting us,
Is a matter of intrigue.

Do you believe you're brave?
Or are you ignoring your own timidity?
Do you believe you're courageous?
Or are you convinced by your stupidity?