Back again To my only friends This pad and pen They never judge Only mirror what I put in I think I found my wits But they’re at their end And I can’t even begin To compile these thoughts When I’m dead and lost And consumed by this darkness With my loss of direction And complete lack of affection Blinded by my glimmers of hope Or illusions, sheltered delusions From this shattered life And these wastes of breath I’d give my all So they could take what’s left And why’s this heart still beat To fuel my shell For my so called life When I know it’s hell
