Sitting in an empty room
Alone with my thoughts
Unable to shake the feeling of Darkness
That surrounds me,catches me up
Into its spell
What's the point in existing
Am I supposed to make a difference?
I think of alternatives to my life
Things I could be doing, goals, dreams
What is a dream worth?
Dreams are mere shadows of an illusion
Wishes based upon a twisted reality
And wishes are less than worthless in this world.
The price I must pay to dream
Is that of my fragile sanity
Escaping into a better world
Fed up with this one.
I no longer even know what I dream
Hopeless thoughts drift through my mind
As the dreams that I once cherished crumble away
Less than mere whisps of smoke
Blown away by a capricious wind
I don't have a say in what becomes of me.
Free Will is a joke.
The world determines how we shall end,
Who we will be, what we will do, how we will live
What happens to the untapped potential of our youth?
The dreams we once clung to, as our only hope of salvation?
As I look into the face of reality,
A cruel, twisted face with evil intentions
I see the truth in the midst of my shattered dreams:
There is no salvation.