SILVER HORSERIDER

Acid tongue faith healer, your finger is on the pulse

There is a beat to the rhythem of the stillness of one

You told your secret you told it the evil inside

It had its way with you

Like a kite in the wind tossing you about

Furious with the sound of the crash

Fist on drums , teeth grinning on the faded

It is what it is and you hold the bloodiest part of the day

Traveler of the sun, blackness like the nothing of what it is

You stand in the middle and let the wave of animosity hit you straight on, then crash

Dog warrior of the seventh sky, ninja warrior

Plot your way into your unholy war , and welcome the stab ,the slash

The death ritual samurai

It comes at all cost; you smile like a true lunatic

A messenger of a god that never was

You are and not and never will be

Consequence of one that is so old and yet so young

wish it and it will be SILVER HORSERIDER

CAK 6/23/2008

I WROTE THIS ON MY 35TH BIRTHDAY AT 11:55P.M THE TIME OF MY BIRTH

IT WAS MY FIRST BIRTHDAY WITHOUT MY MOM AND I WROTE THIS IN LESS THEN A MINUTE

HOPE YOU ENJOY

GOOD BY FOR NOW OR SEE YOU LATER