A troubled past,
A troubled mind,
How long will the aches last,
How long before the sandman is kind,
The grip of torrential pain,
An evil that cannot be slain,
A slow gasping kid,
Whimpering and asking only for what he did,
Blood speaking an unconscious bond,
Speaking louder to...
Im sorry but its just another solemn
string of words from the wretched unequivocal golem
That me, just some faceless choked up being
I know and can tell that youre tired of seeing
Its just me again with but typed words to offer
Typing things to put in my impenetrable mental...
I wake before the morning light,
To feel the cold's unforgiving bite,
I think to myself how dreary it be
"Im too numb to feel the cold's tendrils creeping into me"
I lie there hoping for but one thought
Hoping for something i know the sun has not brought
Wishing that i may but be...
When i wake up to an empty house and the sun is down
After a long day of being the hollow-smiling clown
When i return to the solemn sanctuary of my room
Succumb to the sleep induced by my hopeless gloom
I tried to sleep away the reality i live in