ive been sitting here. . .wondering. . . waiting. . .

[thasecondcoming]

life is full of mystery
time as u know it will cease 2 be,
whyd u even believe in me
if i cant even accept therapy.
im nothing now and will it continue?
how can i help it w not knowin wut i am into?
pain drives the soul deeper into the ground,
past memories dredged up have such a sweet sound,
but is it only that i have found?
is nothing more heard around?
no soothing i love yous or kisses goodnight?
my soul is so empty u turned out the light. . .
and for this reason im pressing to fight,
to understand the meaning of right. . .
life should come with intructions,
before u wind up with infuctions,
all the work constant construction,
all fell hault to one obstruction.
infections of mind shrouded my judgement,
but now im lost and terrible becuz of it.
so much wasted energy and time spent,
so much to lose and i fuckin punched it.
left in the aftermath of the fall,
visions, haunting of goodtimes and all,
no matter the difference between big or small,
no matter wut i remember it all. . .
but as i look upon it now,
things seem so tainted turned sour and foul,
i miss and want it even now
but i cannot cry i dont how,
so my soul will bleed,
and ferment the seed,
watch it sprout will i succeed?
or stand alone indefinetly. . .