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by Daniel Puttee Jan 18, 2007 category : Sadness, depression / other
The Nameless Slow I walk this road tonight, I don't know who I am. What's the point of living this, When you don't give a damn. I refuse to search much longer, I'm getting no where faster, Just another nameless life, Or what you call disaster... I've never asked for much, But now, I'm giving in. For I didn't want this life you gave me, Troubled with endless sin. The road has come to an end, Dawn has begun to break, I've collapsed upon my knees, This is the last I take. Lying on the ground, Body softy shaking, Eyes are filled with tears, My body, slowly breaking. With what little I have left, I look to the moons harsh glow, I close my eyes tonight, For now I finally know;; This is the end of everything, All that was my past, This is the end of everything, The end of me at last.