Hi all. I sprung this together in a tough time for me at the minute, as I currently am in the process of grieving. But this awful time just made me think of how painful the world can be, but how beautiful and incredible it can be at the same time. This is called Redeemed, and this is dedicated to everyone fighting demons of their own. A glassy sky as far as the horizon, crystalline tear by crystalline tear from my eyes, I glared up and asked maybe if God would retract my pain. But surely, men don't cry. The battles I've fought, the respect I've plundered from my allies, and by my side, they turn away. I was like glue. I could shake a man, fix him, and shake him again. But of course, nothing good lasts. I was thrown away, but one man's hate is another man's love. I closed my eyes, and for one last time, my sorrows were a nail from the heavens. And now, they were demons. My very own battles. I was the knight, they were the dragons. Bloodshed, Battle born demons. My eyes decieved me. Dreams of glory, unison a burden. But from the demons, arose roses from within the thorns. A piercing light. However, those nails dug deeper. As goes light, so goes darkness (I thought of this late at night, so sorry if it's poor.)
