The Heart That Guides These Hands To Move, a Poem By Dark Byron

We who stand with words untold
are born to walk this world alone
for i was once a simple man
who dreamed of things I couldn't have

But as i face this world alone
I search for purpose for my soul
A heart that guides these hands to move
and sends these flames to purge my world

As Ashes fall on dreams that died
i seek the truth in all the lies
for I have walked this world of men
and within it my dreams are dead

For all the things i should have done
And never said to spare my love
I walk away to save myself
and shut the door, end my life

For I am not what i once was
a simple poet crying out
for I have died inside this shell
The Man, the poet, The hero aswell....

The Dark Poet Byron
Suicide is for suckers. Death is but an illusion. I don't fear either.
Someday i will die. But it will not be by my own hand. It is a heart that guides the hand. and my hand has no heart. Roses grow where hearts should be. in the cold dark earth where I should be. But no this is not my end, just an illusion of a man that sees through all but that which surrounds me. Shadows fall when light has failed. The hero dances alone in the moonlight. Forever in shadows. basking in the moonlight....
Words of Poetic but tortured mind....