Desolate

Desolate Wandering aimless Through twilight city streets at night Invisible to the outside world Nothing really right Looking, longing, wondering when I will see That always bright, reflective light The end of the tunnel Another night of sorrows Drown in open bottles Fluid for the times of your life And remedy for the tears we’ve shed But in the end you’ll be blinded By broken seal, on broken bottle You will stay on the dark side of the tunnel Never see light Living in darkness for years of my life I’ll continue to strive while I’m still alive But not by my choice… Guardian angel chose me to live this life Desolate life, I am unsure how long I can live it