Tuesday, October 31, 2006

From the murky past

Death come and claim me
Before I die inside

There is nothing left to live for

Reality is a lie

No one to turn to
No need to cross

Live alone
Until the grim reaper calls

Then I will embrace him

And leave this twisted world

Ne'er to return Ne'er to be heard
To change, perchance to dream
There's the rub, my friend

With change comes turmoil
With turmoil loss

Loss there has been
Loss there will be
Of heart, mind and soul
Until there's nothing to lose

To choose
To lose.

1 comment:

Sylvan Goddess said...

*worried look* hope you're doing ok.