landry38
03-23-2004, 02:34 PM
The rain, never ending
The streets, dark and dismal.
This is life.
Loss of a great friend
Betrayed by my luck
And more driving me further to the ground.
Is this my grand plan?
To be toyed with, used, abused?
By life?
A street light, giving its last glow
Expires. All the warmth and light, gone.
How symbolic.
My happiness, dead long ago.
Left, a cold interior.
An interior that creeps slowly outward.
Life knows no favorites.
Only prisoners.
No cure, no escape.
From all the abuse
What attracts us to it?
Why do we mourn the dead? They’re free.
Why do people strive?
Strive to stay alive?
Strive to stay attached?
Attached to what keeps us in this dungeon?
Like a magnet
Nearly inseparable from us.
Like one can’t exist without the other.
What is life?
And why am I attracted?
To such a brutal dictator?
I need it.
It needs me.
Wrote it when I was terribly depressed. No longer that person. :)
The streets, dark and dismal.
This is life.
Loss of a great friend
Betrayed by my luck
And more driving me further to the ground.
Is this my grand plan?
To be toyed with, used, abused?
By life?
A street light, giving its last glow
Expires. All the warmth and light, gone.
How symbolic.
My happiness, dead long ago.
Left, a cold interior.
An interior that creeps slowly outward.
Life knows no favorites.
Only prisoners.
No cure, no escape.
From all the abuse
What attracts us to it?
Why do we mourn the dead? They’re free.
Why do people strive?
Strive to stay alive?
Strive to stay attached?
Attached to what keeps us in this dungeon?
Like a magnet
Nearly inseparable from us.
Like one can’t exist without the other.
What is life?
And why am I attracted?
To such a brutal dictator?
I need it.
It needs me.
Wrote it when I was terribly depressed. No longer that person. :)