Smells of life entwine this world,
Clouds go by, and wisp and whirl.
Lights dance, yet darkness sets,
the balance of life is upset.
So here i stand, with knife in hand...
Pondering the reasons why i remain,
Living a life with no gain.
Deeply I stare into the blade I clutch,
Looking, searching, for a reason in life and such.
But to my demise, there is no sup rise,
of hope to have a deathly fate,
To days, and years, and time goes by as i am here forced to wait.
Misery is what I live,
My peace of mind I'm forced to give.
yet hope an love reside in,
Set in my eyes, my, seen images. |
