Oct 20, 2005 01:22
Living for years and not knowing why
Always an unneeded desire to cry
Lost in a world you know so little of
Hoping to find something you can love
Look around and see the world
Lost in confusion, violence, and more
Fighting for things so pointless but true
Is survival the only thing you should do?
Seeing how hopeless things really are
Seeing that you are a puppet being used from afar
Lost in a sea of unending greed
Struggling to find something to achieve
Given only one chance to make things right
If only could break from the chain and fight
Sorrow and tear cover face face
Nothing can make these things ever change
Destined to live your life as trash
Yet have the potential to undo all that is sad
Bound to the lowest region of hell
And the ones in power think it is swell
Illusions of things that cannot be real
The only salvations that I have to feel
Fabricated lies and half truths are best
To avoid the people you have come to second guess
Cheater, liars, and rapist exist there too
And enjoy as you suffer like they always do
And so remember always that there is no end
No save points, continues, or extra men
Game over is the only place left to do
So will you fail to do what is needed of you?
angst,
poetry