Do I deserve to be here?
Walking aimlessly?
Never ending?
Continuously Rejected?
With faded luck,
And lackluster dreams?
Its true,
Horrifically true.
Repeating oneself
For no reason at all.
Because they have their hands covering their ears.
They tell you that I'm good
To fill me with false hope
I cannot believe
But it's driving me over that cliff faster.
Snow,
Continues to fall
With Irony
So pure…
So free…
Like those faded dreams.
Heroes
Are meaningless
In this hostile environment
They believe
But fail to concur.
Sun,
Shining its light
Blinding everyone
Erasing
Forgetting
Restarting the cycle…
The cycle
That ever so cynical cycle
Plagues me
Helping me fly
To the bottom…