Poem #3 By GD

Prophetic Dreams
And Forgotten Lies
A look of pain
Upon a heart of steel
A joyous boy
With his first kiss
A loveless couple
Pretend to be happy
A graced assassin
In a position to kill
A blade is shown
And will blood shall flow
Wings are spread
As the man flies faraway
A girl sits down
With a family that is faceless
A voice filled with hope
Falls upon deaf ears
So the sword has been raised
In a misunderstood situation
So blood shall be split
Based on misinformation
And lives shall be lost
While we sit at home
Hearts shall be broken
While your world never changes
Raise your hand
And answer me this
Who are you really?
You've told me beofre
But I have forgotten
What is your purpose?
What drives you to do what you do?
What makes you live in a seemingly depressing world
Give me a part of the hope that keeps you alive
And I shall give you insight
In the world that is neither
Kind
Nor
Cruel

Basically.