The world will end,
As I stand,
Here alone,
Without a home.
No place to fit in,
I can't ever win,
Alone anything.
Joy you cannot bring,
For I am lost,
To my own boss,
The darkness in myself.
No one can help,
Me now.
Only me,
And I know not how.
I can't see,
Why am I sad,
Or mad?
I know not,
My face feels hot,
I have a fever,
I cannot feed her,
The darkness, I mean.
In the mirror, her eyes gleem.
She feeds on my soul,
Until I am not whole,
And I break down and cry,
And no one tries,
To help. And I can't help,
MYSELF.
 Broken_Soul_Torn_Mind · Sat Feb 03, 2007 @ 08:19pm · 1 Comments |
