Nothing Left To Live For

The tears of the dark morbid pain.
Strike like lightning does on a hot summer night.
Along with the stark cold rain.
Walking through the storm not only the tears blinding my sight.
I swear I can hear someone calling my name.
But maybe it is only in my dreams that I hear this.
Or maybe it is real and all the same.
As lying awake sleepy and restless in the darkness.
I lay here in bed analyzing my life but nothing makes sense anymore.
To much pain upon me.
Which makes it seem there is nothing left to live for.
And the future shall never be.
Since this storm helped close my last open door.
To:Justin Andrew Martin
Wrote:May 13, 2004