Tuesday, April 29, 2008

Spectre

Broken,
Finding myself another low.
Dreaming,
Reviewing options with nowhere to go.

Just being alive means being alone,
Retracing my steps,
Revealing my circles.
Devoid of meaning with pleasure all gone
I stumble through life,
I find it all worthless.

There`s nothing there
On the other end of sorrow
No escape and no relief
No hope, no tomorrow.