Lost Happieness

Diaries of broken dreams and lost things

all these mad thoughts of things that are happening

eyes watching, staring down, burning holes in the backs of broken people

hands grabbing and shaking loose the will of the young ones

hallucinations mistaken for the real world,

only to be mistaken as hallucinations once again

faces of people crossing the mind orphaning their name leaving them unknown

hatred opening up the wounds of regret, tearing down all hopes of forgiveness

bloody teardrops racing to be the first to fall,

to create giant spasams of red velvet

happiness escaping their grasp, speeding to fall into a black hole of
despair and pain

always just out reach lies the happiness they seek

-11/23/05