What once was, may never again be.
I'm in the mood for a poem.
I'm lost, in an illusion trying to find an oasis
Surrounded in dismal silence, I let go of my patience
I can't understand the feelings,
that my minds become enamored with
I'm trying to find a sanctuary,
but I've strayed away from Nazareth
What I say is blasphemous, and what I do is foolish
I'm trying to sculpt my future with invisible blueprints
I cant help to feel as lost as ever
do your realize what you mean to me?
I've failed at countless endeavors
With no guidance from a deity
I'm introverted and morbid, pain driven insane
Painting another potrait, hopefully of my own dorian grey
It's hard to explain, but you know you understand me
Now life is so different, at times even uncanny
Maybe I'm exaggerating, exploring my secular thoughts
I should be used to it, I'm bruising in my regular spots
But its something one can never accustom
confusion, lack of self-acceptance
trying to find an answer, referring to my countless precendents
If only you were there, the only source of solace
And I would give anything if i could only be honest
But I feel I've lost the struggle, empty, self-regret
I've already tried everything, for me theres nothing left
I'd like to give up, but its so hard to move on
but its over with, everything, off to another poem.
I'm lost, in an illusion trying to find an oasis
Surrounded in dismal silence, I let go of my patience
I can't understand the feelings,
that my minds become enamored with
I'm trying to find a sanctuary,
but I've strayed away from Nazareth
What I say is blasphemous, and what I do is foolish
I'm trying to sculpt my future with invisible blueprints
I cant help to feel as lost as ever
do your realize what you mean to me?
I've failed at countless endeavors
With no guidance from a deity
I'm introverted and morbid, pain driven insane
Painting another potrait, hopefully of my own dorian grey
It's hard to explain, but you know you understand me
Now life is so different, at times even uncanny
Maybe I'm exaggerating, exploring my secular thoughts
I should be used to it, I'm bruising in my regular spots
But its something one can never accustom
confusion, lack of self-acceptance
trying to find an answer, referring to my countless precendents
If only you were there, the only source of solace
And I would give anything if i could only be honest
But I feel I've lost the struggle, empty, self-regret
I've already tried everything, for me theres nothing left
I'd like to give up, but its so hard to move on
but its over with, everything, off to another poem.