Like a record spinning, life keeps me in my past whirling. Soul is thinning; dying I stand alone -- twirling. Mind loves sinning; depravity has got me swirling.
Sinking I am; God please come save me.
Drinking I am as thoughts of history enslaves me.
People stare from the outside –- they look in. People judge from the outside; they never look in. This world has me in rapid motion; frozen I am in time without voicing a notion. My spirit wishes for some devotion; my lust enjoys life’s love potion.
Inner wars rage from within for my sanity; none care if I lose this battle to insanity. Passersby flash their vanity, eating lies baked from pies of profanity. Caught up in this shit storm I can’t help but scream –- shit! In this game of chance I can’t foresee a win –- I admit. Can’t think of one reason from which I would not want from this world –- split. Am scared there is nothing left in me to recommit; am sick of diseased people who only care to transmit –- seeking only who they may devour or submit.
Wonder -- do I ever really miss my childhood?
Wonder –- do I ever really enjoy my manhood?
Future seems so uncertain; feels like the show is about to drop the curtain. As an Edward I must live in my own dark spawn of Tim Burton. Like a warrior I die a losing war in my own dark spawn of Spartan.
Fantasies in my head always throw me a lifeline; remains to be the only place where I can safely escape the pipeline. Soaring high above the skyline I face the inevitable doom which comes to conclude my timeline. Intoxicated I shall stand at the sideline; stand and watch as I have come to the end of my line.
My hope –- that someone may come to love me.
My hope –- that someone may come to save me.
No comments:
Post a Comment