Do I deserve to be here? Walking aimlessly? Never ending? Continuously Rejected? With faded luck, And lackluster dreams?
Its true, Horrifically true. Repeating oneself For no reason at all. Because they have their hands covering their ears. They tell you that I’m good To fill me with false hope But it’s driving me over that cliff faster. I can’t believe.
Snow, Continues to fall With Irony
So pure… So free… Like those faded dreams.
Heroes Are meaningless In this hostile environment They believe But fail to concur.
Sun, Shining its light Blinding everyone Erasing Forgetting Restarting the cycle…
The cycle That ever so cynical cycle Plagues me Helping me fly To the bottom…