Enemies of the past

I might have let myself get buried... But when I opened my eyes, I got out and I hurried, I wasn't gunna be buried alive, not with lies, not without a fight, so I took the dive, no one was gunna stand for me, so I took the stand, to stand for what is right.. I tried to hide it for a while, the fact that I walked the endless mile. Didn't want to be seen as weak, but now I wear it proudly, I am no sheep, I say it loudly, its no time to sleep, because I know it made me stronger, as the time that went on longer, that even the foundation of hell itself.. when it felt like hell, that even hells gates wouldn't hold me in, because I never fell, so why would I stay held down where I've been, when I have a story to tell, when I had a life to take charge and own, that's why I proudly yell, that I am the man, who took the stand, and rang that bell... Since then that's how I'm known, to never be unknown, that's my throne, and I have grown, I am made of stone. Its how I've saved lives, from dangers they couldn't survive. I've put myself at risk to help others, but I didn't feel at risk, and that's what bothers.. Because those who pointed guns in my face, trying to slay my fear, only trembled the closer I paced, when I got near, right up to them while they shed a tear, nose to nose staring into their eyes, whispering into their ear, with the only words from me they would hear, being what it really implies, and saying, I dare you to do it, and what happens next you will never know, what is about to hit, because its the last time you will live, with the fire you have lit, because its your time to go, not mine, and what you ask is what I give, you are out of time, and that is all you need to know, and you will burn to the last bit, I'll make sure of it, because you asked if I was ready to die, so it's you who really says goodbye, and I don't care why, but its you who will bag and cry, not to die, that's no lie, that's the promise I reply, because my life is not yours to deny. And now you have unleashed the beast, and it's time to feast, at the very least. You are the blast from the past that wont last, nothing but a pest, so I put you to rest. Enemies of the past...

~Troyce Reimer