Where am I headed...

by The Nameless Poet   Jul 19, 2006


My life is full of empty promises and broken dreams/
Unanswered questions as far as a telescope lens can see/
I don’t know what is to come out of these sinful actions/
Hopefully I’ll make it to the gates and can finally unwind to relaxing/
See the happiness for what it really is stay smiling and laughing/
Casting attractions for everybody in heaven to gaze upon while they passing/
Threw the gates to be free and live peacefully everlasting/
I’ll be the artist creating works of art with artistic passion/
But for now I’m living killing myself acting like a lunatic/
Drinking a 2/6 after the last one smoking sess enough to hot box a comuniplex/
Stressing and taking guesses at questions with the answers to end my stressing/
But I’m a nervous wreck I’m feeling hopeless and I’m trying to accept/
This life of trying without success, lies, deceit, my life’s not worth a cent/
35 percent of my family is dead the other 65 percent don’t even no I’m relative so I guess/
My path is meant to be independent with no help and no friends/
I’m at the point again where I’m contemplating cause I got the world on my shoulders/
Sick of being a saint and getting no respect so as I get older my hearts turning colder/
I’m feeling hopeless, at my temple is a hollow tip waiting inside a revolver/
And it’s receiving a magnetic connection with sorrows in my brain/
If it means I end up burning in hell scorching in flames/
To end this lifetime bliss for eternal torture and pain/
Then I’ll take it I’m trapped in misery and hopefully instead I’ll see the gates/
Just hope I don’t get kicked out like I do every other heaven like place/
Cause god don’t like ugly and my motives are pretty ugly/
But that’s only to keep the world from taking more things from me/
I’m sick of this place when will the tides turn and show me a new direction/
A new way of life where I can be free from the agonizing sins reflecting/
Where sins are not needed to survive and stay fed/
A place I can finally feel safe in and forget about being close to death/
I hope I find it soon cause I’m feeling colder each morning/
And soon it will over come me and I won’t give a hell where I’m going/
I don’t want that to happen so please lord show me the right way/
I need a guide this time to lead me in the direction of a better day/

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