As I sit here
On my rickety old chair
I think, what is my worst fear?
And I tell my self, with a certain flair,
I fear loneliness most of all.
Loneliness is the only thing that makes man fall
From his pedestal of height
It dose not at any level enthrall
Me, as a person with this plight.
My consciousness it dose spite
If only I could find the one person
Who can save me with their own personal light?
I ask my self with little reason.
The street is narrow and empty
I am staggering through the alley of my life
I tell my self I'm not going crazy
But its happening through all of my strife.
By god its happening
My persona is changing with my mind
It is the only thing left crawling
By my feet I leave behind
My self
Love is a great demon,
Who is here to torture me with its beauty.
In which these chains I cannot loosen
Its making me a zombie in my own mind
I long for loves gentile embrace
to take me away from this Hell.
but the way back i cannot retrace
and that is why my heart Fell.
Originally Posted On Site: 2008-01-17 13:16:30
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