Wild horses don’t cry

Wild horses don’t get sad

Wild horses are broken 

Untamed the heart is tired 

Of fighting soulless demons 

The past that sticks to your back 

Screeches like an evil witch drowning in holy water 

She thrusts her dirty sharp nails into your lungs 

 You gasp for breath but can keep none in. 

This is not sadness 

This is what all warriors feel 

When they finally understand that the enemy will never lose 

Life in itself is a lost battle. 

DS