Poetry
Haunted by a Lost Feeling
Put Down by a thousands Swords
Pushed to the floor By Human Faces
Beaten by Lifes Worest thoughts
The feeling of No purpose Rules me
It Pulls my soul apart
I die Miserable and Lonely
I die Worthlessly
As a One Days thought
I pass away quietly
With a Dying Thought
Of No worth or hope
No Anger no Happyness
No reason in life
To keep this Terrible thing going
Without a Purpose
Its Just a Circle of Hate
So i fall to my Knee’s and Cry
As I end it there and then
And Take my finial Glimpses
to non existance at the end…
