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where does it go,
where do I go.
into the world alone
i find myself searching,
the gutter is where I am.
soul that frowns on happiness,
what am I living
in where voices
go unheard. quiet killer
of the mind where I find
no more cause.
tangled in the web
I can't break free now,
finding nothing is too often the
routine of life.
acts only created by love
that burns my eyes because
I try not to see what I'm doing.
attached to pain I find
myself wanting more of the same,
change could never come,
the white pickett fence
has been tore down and
fiery gates are in its place.
Torn apart like the world
I live in, fallen angel
corrupted into nothing
more than a dream, a dream
of a happy life that doesn't exist.