This is me, a punk, a freak, a goth, a geek, a nerd, a no one, and a loser.
All I am and all I will ever be is.... Someone I see not a cookie cutter doll.
This is me, a loner, a lover, a ranger, a lost soul, a gaian, and a light slowly dying.
An all I am is life and death born over and over aging. Hope and despair, joy and lose, honor and deception.
This is part of life, to with all we'er Acosta. This life of mine was and will never be be a smooth ride, so I will take a hold of these reins and ride.
Not to escape but to see what is down the next mile in this life of mine.
Why is it when you find some one you can cear for, this over before it begins? The path of life is filled with ups and downs. turns around ever bind and few people to help along your journey of life. you will have lessons along the way but, you may never learn tile it is to late. An yet life is a journey of love, lost, death, birth, hope, pain, beauty, and of ugliness. I've walked my share of forest of despair and valleys of hope. my path has never been easy but, I walk path I have made in my life. time to see what is next down my path with eyes wide open and walking step by step I step down this path.
On this cold winters night I walk alone. My sword is on fire and it runs hot with blood. Now the night air is still and cold. All thoughts who came here to kill, my family are at my feet and a walk alone. Night after long cold night I walk alone and I have grown tired and cold. Slowly I turn to stone and the years past me by tell a lone warrior ask for my help. And I live aging now I train this long warrior and others arrive all seeking help. The darkness I thought I killed that night, so very long ago still lives. Now the cures of stone is broken and I live aging. I train a new generation of warriors and live to help my races, win this war.