Poetry - The Escape Route

Who can say when your heart cries? Who can say what your smile hides?  Who can say what your eyes desire?  When the love's burnt up with the fire Who knows why you don't take that step? Who knows you're diverging the footsteps? Who knows there's no greener side? To his pent up rage inside Who will walk right by your side? Who will make it worth the ride? Who will handle your best and worst? When there's no love, you're just cursed Who can bring you back from solitary? Who can snap you back into reality? Who can teach you how to love again? Only You, Only You, Only You!

Walking out of the grave, Fear instilled in the brave, Fuelled  by revenge against the living, The anger within further brimming Deserted by his brothers, Comforted by the Satan himself, His soul down under shudders, As he breaks down himself His heart turning into stone,  His soul turning darker than coal, No one to hear his moan, Piece by piece, withering into the hole Broken beyond one's imagination, Flowing like the ashes post cremation, Turned to the devil for relief, Letting him feed on his grief Fuelled  by revenge, he grows stronger, Rising beyond the world's thunder, The devil's son has arisen through the grave, Striking fear into the living brave

Gazing away into emptiness, Darkness around taking control, No way out of that mess, Captured by the thought for eternity The idea of freedom planted for one, Spreading around like a virus, The state of autonomy, not that easily won, Just a spark in the fire for mutiny Awaiting the leader of the new order, To rise from the ashes of mystery, Leading the army across the border, Feeding their hunger for victory Darkness around losing control, Unable to keep the shackles locked, The fire wholly burns through, As the new world leader takes a stroll