All For The Glory

Night, like snow is colder than death.
Hopes give nothing,
Sit by the warmth of my void.

Burning tears,
Cold, steel eyes.
And this is the life which we lead...

World goes 'round and 'round,
And where are we?
Innocence killed.

(Upon this rock we shall build)

Flocks of sheep,
Many colors, are not safe
From the slaughter.

And this is a sad life we lead...
Where questions of the mind destroy...

Yet we endure another day,
Smile and say:
"Happiness is found where those dead fags lay."

But,
The tears just flow into rivers,
And the fears form roaring oceans.

This poem was written in memory of Mathew Sheppard, who died October 12th 1998.