Disclaimer: The author of the following piece(MEEE...) is not under depression nor am taking any prescription drugs( although i would like to try some..). no attempt to analyze the author's mindset nor any offer to help would be advised. Be advised, the author is a cranky psychopath who doesnt feel any remorse whatsoever to doing unimaginable things( since i am not able to come up with any specific threat...i cant say that i will break the third bone in your pelvic region or slightly bruise the cartilage under your seventh rib...that will be too specific and more importantly make you guard yourself) to people who attempt to attempt to bring him out of this funk...
God made me..i made myself mad..dont you even try..
How much ever I try
To move beyond the past
Just forging a lie,
Lying to make this moment last
Past acts caught up to me
Like weeds out at sea
Clinging to me -refusing
To leave me alone, bleeding
Footprints in the sands of time
Are meant to be washed away
By the waves in sometime
But for me they always stay
Holding me , a prisoner silent
Not knowing if there was a crime I did
To facts and truth my brain not compliant
All answers from my eyes hid
I cant remove the past
But I cant dwell there no more
I got to do something fast
Don’t want to be alone like before
Try as much as I could
The shadows still stay on
Tell me what I should
All hopes along with it gone
How many people do I answer to
How many people should I please
I want to be free too
Of lies and disease
Caught in a live hell
Torn between two worlds
The past that has already befell
The future soon to be unfurled
Thinking of this what happens
My present's fire dampens
Don’t feel like living any longer
Doesn’t look like I am getting any stronger
The act is tired
The paint has run
I cant go on
End of my run
Want to give it all up
Want to say adieu
Want to right everything
In the only way I knew
How do I do it
How do I know
Whether I succeed
Whether I blow
Stick around and find out
For it is unborn
To me the future
Doesn’t look forlorn
I shall be back
Back again soon
Wiping away the pain and sorrow
Saying there is always a tomorrow
Sunday, October 18, 2009
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