bored and tired, im sick of this s**t
why cant i just die and get it over with
stupid morals locking me down
and all i want is to relax and drown
seeking escape i know i wont get
all of the lies i know i'll regret
welcome the pain and the sorrow
hoping i wont live to see tomarrow
the future i see with oncoming dread
the company i keep with woeful dead
the fear that drives me slowly insane
with nothing left, nothing to gain
i know i cant stop these dreadful thoughts
the miserable feelings, the devious plots
the knowledge that haunts my waking hours
the sufferable pain rain down like showers
a fragile stream of blood through glass
the age old prophecies are soon to pass
but still the darkness is where i keep
and now in utterance, it's time to sleep
 Nikith Adeen · Wed May 20, 2009 @ 01:18am · 0 Comments |
