A Rock ,a Taker, a Souless Peacemaker

The fighting and the screaming's
every twenty days or so,
intermingled with false beaming's
a tale I surely know.

Who the hells the peacemaker?
A rock holding sanity down
lost amongst a taker,
A rock laughing wears a frown.

When all your loves take a peice,
when they claim,each takes a portion,
the rocks struggles never cease,
crying out a soul's abortion.

When all you love claims a hold,
then rips away a part
Remembered love from days of old.
When did these demon days start?

When all hold on I wait to see,
when they hold chunks of my soul.
What of me is left for me?
Is all i am, a peacemakes toll?