Feeling of the moment.
This my element a celibate fear,
Elegant sentiment of sentient tears.
Knowing the lonely tone of my years,
Moans of the woes readily clear.
I have tasted the wasted moments passed,
Hated my latest hopeless gasp.
A child inside my pride where I hide,
Away from the pain I lived to die.
Why do I try when it never subsides,
False in my smiles inside of my cries.
I give just a bit in hopes I will cope,
A joke as I poke along as I mope.
Only wish to be heard by absurd words,
A curse jeering at the little I'm worth.
Deep down love is all I wish to touch,
I hide in anger using hate as my crutch.
Not enough so I seem to dream a lie,
Screaming at night meaning escapes why.
Tense I am rent half making sense,
Most of my lines are weak sentiments.
I give all I can yet my all seems less,
Like all my rhymes are cursed breath.
All I wanted was to be more than trash,
Now just a ride that is destined to crash.
Giving up to give in I run out of air,
Drowning in a hole dug by despair.
If I pen a letter that might mean a thing,
I know better I am left in a dream.