Waisted Ink
Nothing helps the wonderer.
He looks for shelter, peace and hope
He searches and searches only to find himself alone
Death could take him and eat him alive
Yet people would stop and rejoice with tears of happiness
He is gone in another world
Alone and by himself
He wishes to find the end of the road
And to finnish his life
To do nothing
He does nothing but wait
Slashes the cables that keep him together
But in the back of his head he knows not to end his life
He knows their is so much to live for
But nothing came easy to him
The lonesome writer
Waisting ink on the next letter for whoever might stop
And take a peak into the heart of a confused, lonesome
Soul
