Shadow within

Waking up to find the truth
Waking up to realize that there is no where left to run
This sinking feeling seems to live no matter where you are or how close you are to success
It gets you to realize that youll never be the best
Your dreams are never going to happen
Your dreams are that only just dreams,
Wishes that will never come true
There no such thing as a miracle
The only miracle is the miracle that I made it this far

I finally see how hopeless the world is
I have blinded myself all these years
But now I could finally see it
How could I lie to myself and make it seem like nothing
When in truth I am nothing life no longer has a meaning
What point do I have to do anything
To fail then get thrown back into the hands of success
And to fail again means to work toward total defeat

I write with the last bit of my sanity
I use to read people now I feel people read me
Expect me to be there when I cant be there for myself
My mind is gone blank my last thoughts are in what I write
I can see it in my own eyes I dont care about anything anymore
My only goal now is to get stronger in mind and body
What else is there to reach for my future is gone
I cant read them anymore, I cant see in there mind anymore

I am broken inside and out the lose
Of my spirit prevents me to me to show anything
I wish my emotions would leave me too
Help in my cause, my cause to disappear
To be gone from life, to prevent anymore pain
Why should I live for someone else who doesnt know how I feel?
Why should I live for some else who doesnt care what happens to me
I don�¢??t know the answer anymore but my hope is all gone
I thought I found my faith in god but now Im not sure

Question after question does these questions ever stop
Doesnt this case ever diminish vanish like I would if I could
The musical spell of incubus has turned my mind around
But in any fact I have no ideas of what I said
These words come from my mind, as if its has a mind of its own
I never know when its me writing anymore or my mind maybe this
Is how I feel maybe this is the end of my sanity?

I write poems that have meaning in minutes, I write poems with feeling
Yet where I am when I write them I embrace this thou
To finally exhale my feeling I kept in for so long
Allowing myself to rest to sleep while my mind does the rest
But I dont know where it comes from and sometime it even scares me
I scare myself when I reread what I write where is the knowledge I get when I write
Where do these words come from?
Is it to late for my sanity has it left me am I running on overtime
As my mind takes over I cant wait thou maybe I can finally rest for good