And not nag to everybody about my stories everyday
But it doesn’t work when you are emotionally stoned
Feel like drowning or burning – never the right way
It’s one of those days that you spend thinking about tomorrow
Then worry more about what happened yesterday
Embracing your today with a crushed sorrow
Trapped in a cage that’s scheduled to decay
I really don’t like staring with despair
Sealing the rays of sunlight with mashes of gray
What happened to hope, faith and prayer?
Losing the world in the dark secretly steals life away
I look for the end on an open road
I still retain my imagination in an old portray
Dreaming a scream to let out the internal mold
Then waking up to the scarred reality that I am sentenced to obey
November 07, 2008
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