For your poems.
So much time has passed now,
so many lives have faded,
so many selves have come and gone.
So many sleepless nights…wanting, waiting, wasted
Why have I taken this life?
This sloth existence
The world turns – never ending
My world full of failures – collapsing
I am me, my life is not and I am left wanting
Always craving more
Damned to mediocrity
Take me now, show me who I should be, show me who I have always been
Rip away the facade, the faces
Stripped and naked soul – my soul
Show me
Desperation sets in now..panic, obscurity
Stop the world from turning





