Sorrow

Our lives are made by the choices we make,

I feel everyone is entitled a few mistakes.

This Chaotic path into the unknown,

Thru pain and suffering my soul has grown.

I wait now for my last tear to fall,

I don't remember what emotions feel like at all.

Blinded by rage and driven by sorrow,

Not knowing if I'll wake to see tomorrow.

It looks as tho death is the final key,

To release the chains and set my mind free.

I tire of these demons I keep locked inside my head,

These hellish nightmares I see if I lay in my bed.

Before the end I fear my sanity will break,

Forgetting what is real and remembering what is Fake.

Locked inside this dark and hate filled heart,

Doomed was I from the very start.

It seems that there are no second chances for people like me,

I guess all thats left is sorrow and misery.

Tru

May 1, 2007