by Christopher Kelly

Created on: October 02, 2008

First the failure

then a loss

My closest friend

I chose to cross.

Burning, weeping, dread and regret

I will break myself

in the cold sweat.

Anger, gloom, darkness all around

cannot find my way

Can't find my ground.

Rage enticing, foulness too

I will destroy myself

My joy too few.

I cannot stop

I will keep walking

This damned life

I keep stalking.

No one to take me, no one to take

I trudge forcefully nowhere

My hard soul, a sharp ache

Finding a light

then snatching it away

I will destroy myself

I will decay.

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