Sometimes I stare at the mirror,
and most the time I grow disgusted
with the reflection in front of me.
When did my world become a nightmare?

Each day I awaken in my hell,
and night I beg for the eternal slumber.
Why did I breathe my first breath?
Sometimes I talk to myself,
and maybe its an explanation of
my dark nature.

I close my eyes all the time,
and I laugh to myself.
I laugh because it isn't the world
or myself that is going a
little darker.

I realize now that love even though
I desire it each day will never be
in my small tiny heart.
I will not feel the quickness of a beat
or the warmth of her breath on my
face.

I will never find the joys of life.
I will never find a dream in this life.
I will never find you in my life.

In all these revelations I have concluded
this night with callous eyes I
greet the new dawn each day,
and each night as I rest my head.
Good bye to happiness and hope.

09/01/2003

Posted on 09/02/2003
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