Heroes do not exist-at least not in life
Promises are made but never fulfilled
Dreams are just that-dreams
He stood before me this self proclaimed hero
Only to crumble before me as danger neared
Leaving me to face the darkness-alone
Leaving deep wounds which seep and will not heal
Gangrene takes over on infected limbs which need to be cut
Crippling one in more ways than just in the heart
Such a fool he found in me-an idiot!
A believer in fantasy and romantic liaison
Following the stars streaking across the sky
Heroes need not apply-not anymore
Too much blood is shed from wicked wounds
It hurts too much when they walk away
© 2010 28 june/cb
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