There are no words for this.
I never thought it possible.
These emotions are deadly.
They're a cold pistol in the hands of a psycopath with me staring down its barrel, ready to fire.
It only takes a second...
Life used to be so simple.
It would go day by day, and it was mostly nice.
But now I long for those days.
These days life is killing me.
The innocence of the past is long gone.
Any shadow of order in life is nothing but chaos.
I dont understand anything anymore.
There is no way out.
Death is upon me.
This my life...
This is the end.
Author notes
Poetry is not my strong suit, and this is more of a blatent attempt to release my feelings than any sort of actual attempt at writing a decent poem, so I would appreciate an absence of comments on the mechanics/flow/how it is set up in general, thank you.
Written July 3rd, 2006
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