Mar 30, 2004 21:06
and unfortunatly it has chosen me.
Yes my friends it's chosen me.
and even if there was a way that i could leave it behind, there is no way that i can find a brighter joyous day.
the things that haunt my waking hours,
and my nights of grey,
can not be driven away.
even when the sun shines high
i can't get the tears from my eyes.
with every step i take,
i'm throne a million back,
with every dream i make,
another time my heart does break.
of all the things that i once knew,
there's nothing like what was
my dreams are those of madness
of sadness long since grown
into things that no one wants
to dreams of bitter fear
my mind wanders yet though to things i desire
to things that in a world of nothing
leave souls burning in discouraging fire
if only i were free
truly free of what i dream
perhaps then i would be someone
that you could hold and love
creative,
my writing,
nonsense,
sad,
frustrated,
poetry