I feel nothing but wish no harm on others,
Women I just use as temporary lovers,
Friends take the test of time, all have failed,
I'll be happy to see thier coffins nailed.
The world is corrupt and there is no escape,
Religon questionable and seemingly fake,
There's no direction for me to take.
Lost in a place where time moves on,
Needing a light but all sources are gone,
Contept breeds deep within my heart,
I have it all mapped but can't find the start.
Knowing what is good and bad confuses me,
Sometimes something bad results in good,
And it works vise versa, confusion follows.
Can i make a mark if all my feelings are false?
Really it makes just a walking, talking pulse.
What to do? The answers far from clear,
Do i do what i like or listen to my fear?
I get one chance at life and it's already been a quarter lived,
Wasted and taken for granted, now it seems to late.
Life's a joke, of this i'm sure, now i'm awaiting the punchline..........
|