Poem from the Dark Side
Saturday, July 23rd, 2005I am a living body of guilt
And all of the despair clinging to
it
Wandering on a empty space
As if in a nightmare
In which one cannot awaken
Still journeying
For those broken dreams and shattered
hopes
And of my moral innocence
Lie ill-ridden, death stricken pale
With only false wishes to wish for
Love?
Friendship?
Where are your true colors?
You are now ashes within the urn of
history
Time grew you old and you died
tragically
Like me, betrayed, rejected and neglected
So are you, my mentors are now
grains in the sands of time
And yet you do not cry out for
revenge
You are stoic saints that human
nature cannot deface
But I am a mortal
And this sensation I cannot
Justice and vengeance
I cry from the darkness of shadows
And I will wait, for that hero
Who pulled me out from the shadows
once
And I believe she will do it again
To save this pitiful heart from the
death
One does not deserve
Where are you my loving hero?
I am sinking to the impossible
Where good and evil are no longer
recognized