Salation• Show poetry

I'm an outcast, very few people care to even listen to what i have to say and when they do they tend to ignore me, anyway...enough with my idea of sarcasm. I'm a Private in the US Army who has nothing better to do in life but write poems about death or at times love. I've been writing for about 8 years now. I tend to get ignored alot by my peers so i've created my own little world. It only includes a small group of people, only one other person that is truly real (besides my children)...^.^...I usual hate larges groups of people to begin with, so i like to work alone or spend the majority of my time with my wife (Brittany). We got married on June 11th of 2007. I am a father to a 4 year old boy (Andrew Scott), April 18th 2004, and a 2 year old boy (Jonathan Christopher), September 21st 2005, and now a 1 year old boy (Jacob Daniel) May 7th 2007, as well. My children are the ones that i shall forever love and comfort. I love you my Sons.

Demon Hunter – My Throat Is An Open Grave

We lay face in pale solitude.
To save face, we pulled our walls in front of you.
To the same place where we danced in front of you.
We fell from grace and watched the hope fall from your face.
This isn't me i used to say.
All the love was so gone.
It feels good to be alive.
I've been dead for so long: and all the broken promises.
I can't face. Afraid if someone notices, I lose my place.
Fractured, broken, paralyzed.
I need some space, tear me open, analyze.
This isn't me i used to say.
All the love was so gone.
It feels good to be alive.
I've been dead for so long.
Wake up screaming, I'm awake and dreaming,
And i won't stop breathing until my heart stops beating.
This isn't me, i used to say.
All the love was so gone, It feels good to be alive,
I've been dead for so long.