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The Time of Doubt
I want to shout, but not a word will come out,
I cry for those I love, because they are filled with doubt
When I try to help, I cause much pain,
Yet I somehow keep trying, though I can't take the strain
I wear a smile to keep the morale up,
Yet I feel them struggling to make me stop
I enter a time of doubt that makes them all shout,
I have no strength to stand against them, or to get out
So I keep my head down and hide,
But all the while I've lost my pride
The time of doubt leads to self-hate,
Nothing will make these thoughts of death abate
Failure
There's no feeling in my life,
I have already drawn the knife
I think of all who need my presence,
But all I can hear is past-tense
I've never desired to die this way,
But to life I have fallen astray
I come ready to end these wasted years,
and the only move I can make is to smile with eyes filled by tears
I give up the knife and wipe the tears away,
Now knowing that failure is the reason I stay
Is There a Future?
Time...a useless tool designed by man,
We feel it plays into, "The master plan"
There is no such thing as time, only life,
We think that the greatest glory is to take or be a wife
We're all mindless animals that do what we have to do to survive,
Yet we feel the need to title it as, "To strive"
I always knew this, even though I'm one of these creatures,
But for some reason I feel my life has a future
 Palinor · Sun Jul 10, 2005 @ 07:55am · 1 Comments |
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