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Covered by the cloud of defeat, I long for the end. Its clear to see that there is no longer any hope.
On the path of defining and rediscovering me!
Covered by the cloud of defeat, I long for the end. Its clear to see that there is no longer any hope.
A lone gent sits on the bench, His face remains unnoticed, He blends casually into the crowd. Nothing about him is remarkable, His movements and actions are silent.
The sky is clear; The day is pristine. From my humble perch, I was the people stride by, They talk amongst themselves, Trying to remain unheard.
In a city where twisted steel and poured concrete as well as nature collide, I am always moved by the feeling of pride when a single act of humanity exists.
The air is crisp, The light is reflective. I sit and watch it bounce off the water Like a secret ray piercing its way thru a mirror.
Go go away.
I hate my life I hate everyone This sucks.
This battle never ends and I'm really sick and tired of the constant hell that is always in my life. On days like this I want to scream and lash out to those who deserve the brunt of my anger.
The sun sets and I fear that again night is upon me once more. I try with all my might that it will be alright. I pray everyday that my mind will erase, the unpleasantness that defines my every night.
I love you everyday; I love the way you smile. The way you look at me, Is like your looking at me for the first time.
It's nighttime now and the darkness of the sky reminds me of the shroud of black that threatens to envelop me daily.
There is a place that is so cold, a place that one draws so near. I myself have never left this wretched place, but I know that someday I shall be freed from this shackle that is always abounding me.
You ask a question a million times but I won't answer you; take it as you wish I really don't care. The truth of the ,after remains I am gone and shall never return.
The house if theirs is not my home the house of his heart is truly where I live. You are the scent I long to a,ell the endearing perfume that is sweetened in my nose..
This is new to me, an adventure like no other. I walk along this path for fear that I might lose the cause. I realize that our paths are forever intertwined by the fate that has its grip on me.
Thoughts of us rumble in my jumbled mind, visions of days gone by surround my soul; our love was pure and simple,not complicated by outside forces.
Today is the day that my life takes on a different path. I long for the stability of my past, only to be greeted by the constant imagery of things that once resembled my life.
Is this the end. Does that which hurt us make the fury burning deep inside fueled to a degree that is not logical.
This way or that, there is only one way. You say that it's your way or no way, life's only one way.
There's a place inside that feels so broken, a place that never seems to heal. I ink about the plight of my everyday life and begin to wonder, is this really my life.
Did you know that this is wrong. From beginning to the end the bittersweet memory of thine has haunted me eternally.
For the love of one and the goodness of others I hope that there is life beyond the madness.
The place is near the future is bleak but I have no fascination with my surroundings. I see is life thru eyes that are dull and bleak!,for if there is life outside I do not know.