I walk with the wind as the sun
go's down a whisper ,a cry , a wimper
the pain that never end's yet another
statistic is overlooked tonight.
How much longer will i linger here
the pain of living never end's and
the endless frustration that eats
at me like a rabid dog that rips at flesh
with a blood lust.
No one around for fear's sake
it's all so bleak and dreary
it make's me wonder if i myself
am growing numb to the life
that's slowly dieing around me.
So i will sit here in my prison of
dispair and wait for life to find me
or death to enjoy me becuause i
see nothing but darkness now
and i dont mind it.
this just came to me at the spur of the moment
its a difrent way of writing but tel me what you think and
comments and sugestions are welcome