I dread the night
For its shadow too dark
Am lost, lone,
Within fabrications of a happiness
That even when I attempt,
This heart is but a dump
Working with the waste,
Of my varying emotions
Are there any?
Bored, Sad,
Angry, hate,
And a dominant pain
Sometimes numb,
Just another being
Skirting these empty streets
Of cheerful blurry faces
What is happiness?
Or do we only come to know pain?
Cause that I feel so well,
The depth of its fears,
To hate to love,
And love to die
Cause sometimes,
I just feels like it
Laying inside corners of a casket
Or ashes in a jar
Emptied into the sea,
To feel your soul sink
in a drowning darkness,
Suffocating in the mind
Chocking on thoughts,
Regret, a longing,
Of the past,
To correct, or enjoy
The flash of life,
That blows out like a candle flame