Anguished

Despair weeping moments, embrace anguished, for the living isn't really living for moments of happiness is just a tumoil surreal

like a ebony dream, never deeming about the good qualities a person has but about the satanical qualities that person has

as the moon goes down and the sunset takes its place, turning darkness to light but with scarlet blood running through my veins rapture takes hold of me, with emotions so powerful, but the cries silent and sorrow

I drift through the dark shadows, no one remembers my name, but solemn I shall, for what i say comes from the heart and soul, for my heart is yours as a bestowed

as i leave bequeathed you shall hear my words, despaired and alone, roaming for all eternity with my eyes shut wishing for that one chance to redeem myself

but how life is, despair weeping moments, embrace anguished for all pain hurts,
I'm use to it