This is one of my cracked out poems I wrote when I was feelin' a little down. But When you read it in a certain mind set it makes sense. And the quote's a little weird..but oh well.
Quote:
The height of evil has reached the depths of my soul and has torn me apart, but the word love killed me.
Poem:
We're All Alone
All alone in our cold and lonely rooms
"why can't I be like them"
Is what we ask ourselves
Us less fortunate few
We continuously search
Looking for something so surreal
Something to call our own
Something to hold
We want
What it seems everyone else has
When in reality
It's a figment of our imagination
Something we thought was out there
But in the end
Us, the less fortunate few
Find something, deep down inside
We fall asleep at night
With just enough energy for tomorrow
To just keep looking
We're All Alone
Enjoy