I just can't go on.
I feel the world consuming my every move.
I am nothing, and I know this.
Everyone is something, just of my imagination.
They look at me, and I just go.
I might be hard as rock,
but I am fragile as an egg.
As if everything was in vain,
so much potential for nothing.
All will end in less than dust of destruction.
Everything we make, will be gone.
Everything we say, won't be remembered.
Misery loves company, they say.
Well THEY, can go to hell.
And then I remember, I'm living in it.
I wish the world was something more.
I wish there was a clear way for me.
I feel so lost, even when maybe I am not.
My faith has taught me much,
and with this cannot be forgot.
It is too late now,
I know too much.
Only I am nothing,
who is wishing for everything.
Unanswered prayers
Unending pain.
Better to feel this,
than nothing at all, right?
All hope is lost,
except for the glimmer which always is.
Quenched is the light
stepped on, beaten, worn, and forgotten.
Who really cares, what does it matter
When all is in vain,
and this world is in pain.
What is the reason?
I feel the world consuming my every move.
I am nothing, and I know this.
Everyone is something, just of my imagination.
They look at me, and I just go.
I might be hard as rock,
but I am fragile as an egg.
As if everything was in vain,
so much potential for nothing.
All will end in less than dust of destruction.
Everything we make, will be gone.
Everything we say, won't be remembered.
Misery loves company, they say.
Well THEY, can go to hell.
And then I remember, I'm living in it.
I wish the world was something more.
I wish there was a clear way for me.
I feel so lost, even when maybe I am not.
My faith has taught me much,
and with this cannot be forgot.
It is too late now,
I know too much.
Only I am nothing,
who is wishing for everything.
Unanswered prayers
Unending pain.
Better to feel this,
than nothing at all, right?
All hope is lost,
except for the glimmer which always is.
Quenched is the light
stepped on, beaten, worn, and forgotten.
Who really cares, what does it matter
When all is in vain,
and this world is in pain.
What is the reason?
