Death betrayed me,
on this cold silvery night,
it stood beside me and shook me,
but still it did not take my life,
and the pain kept persisting.

With all the hatred in the world,
I couldn't bring myself from crying,
the day it died in my mind,
this thing peculiar in sight,
maybe anger in itself controls my life,
maybe I'm really blind inside,
or could it be the darkness that breeds
in my heart.

Black is the color of my passion,
walking my hate on a stick,
stabbing at my life with an
icepick,
the leaves fall from the trees,
so beautifully they do lie on the ground
dead and yet still colorful,
sometimes I hope that's what I look like
when I die,
yet I know this is a hopeless claim.

There is no pride left,
only a blank dream in my mind,
solace of a dark life,
living all the time these cold lies,
everything,
all in all is empty.

He struck a match for me,
which in turn lit my hate,
a fire burning under me,
only making me more pain.

One thing that is the most painful thing to learn is the truth,
and yet it is the truth that sets you free,
maybe we should all just be in complete misery,
or shall we not learn and be in mystery,
the crystal ball of our life showing us only what we want to hear never what
we need,
we cant handle what we need all the time,
my crystal ball was never there for me,
I found all of the heartache on my own,
this silence so breathtaking,
I can hear my own heartbeat slowly thumping,
my doom.

Do you ever feel the need to holler,
the raspy scream that comes out from below,
hatred being released,
it always seems to let out an awe inspiring glow,
I belong to my sorrow,
so I have nothing left,
maybe I can wake one day and find this constant thumping will stop,
and I will move on to wherever it is we all go
when that faithful day fulfills its promise.

until then I lie here all alone,
completely awake,
listening to myself think,
finding no comfort only pain,
so I let hate ensnare.

Peace a word not known to this soul,
the saying goes,
"To know peace you must have had war",
war is all Ive ever known where is my
peace?
but I will never stop trudging through this
painful existence,
because the question still remains
and I still want to know,
where did my peace go?

 
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