segunda-feira, 2 de setembro de 2013

Still In Mourning.


I've lost the spark to life
The spark that helps me write
I've lost the will to fight
It's automatic, it's routine - it's strife!

The pleasure I used to feel
On completing my silly rhymes
No longer exists - not even sometimes.

Is this a passing phase?
I honestly can't tell
Really don't know how long - I'm going to remain in Hell.

And everytime I crawl
Crawl out the deep black hole
Something devastating pushes - pushes back my soul.

Everyone has dark moments
I'm not a special case
Just don't know how long - I'll continue in this place.

So many things have happened
I feel old beyond my years
Oh, so tired - Oh, so many tears.

I've lost the spark to life
The spark that helps me write....