Influences

As she stared at me, she knocked at my face
She asked me to sing.
And sing I did.
It wasn't pleasant, but it was a relief.

Stroking my hair, she asked me to dance.
'Noway!!' I bellowed
She pushed me to the ground
And I spat back at her
With the movement of my feet.

There was nothing in me
I had never felt it growing
But there I was
A grown man
Believing in the truth and
Believing that good things happen
As long as I would push hard.

When I look back
All that I can say is that she was a painful influence
And I would be happy to rid myself of her
But not yet.
I still need to use her
May be she will throw me away tomorrow
I hope she does.

Cold War

Erupts a scaled back and bulging arms.
Wide eyed it stares at the sights.
The fire burning around.
The cold ice.
The yellow moon.
The creatures they come out at night.
With a vengeance to annihilate all that was once built.
The rampage spills over and takes lives of the peaceful.
Peaceful ? - Is that the reason for your existence?
You do not deserve life foul beings!
Wrath - face it now. Face and shiver in front of us.

Wielding an axe a man stands up and beckons with a soft voice.
Come to me you.

Silence and thunder.
The war ended then.