The sunrise is dull,
And the rain is quite a bore.
My passion is running on fumes.
And soon I will be no more.
I no longer care what the wind has to say.
I no longer care if the grass wants to play.
Because as I sat on that winter like morn,
I realized without a doubt.
I was truly alone.
And I did not mind the reality so much
I suppose I always knew it was true.
But it was the earth that disappointed me,
And brought me to this place.
It was nature that shook me and gave away my hope.
To the highest bidder; I had heard.
So on that mourn I sat.
Losing respect for everything around,
Because in that way I knew everything I needed to know.
The sunrise is dull,
And the rain is quite a bore.
My passion is running on fumes.
And now I am no more
Author notes
I piece I wrote about five minutes ago, and I normally don't write very well when I'm upset... so I'm proud of this one.
Written December 3rd, 2003
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very interesting.not totally sure of its message, but i think i can relate to the feeling of nonexistence.
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