Lost

Being lost seems to be my only option these days Confusion appears to outweigh common sense in my life My ability to reveal truth from lies has wreck havoc on my brain I now strive to train my thoughts to linger in limbo Never truly desiring to leave This is now my fortress my solitude Fear/Despair/Lies/Failure As I clutch my razor and feel the etching of the sharp metal I’m forced to think back to a time when I had a dream, had a plan, had a voice Now all I have is just a corner Not even my corner As my peripheral view is constantly reminded of Your pathetic attempt to hold on to the past To a woman that I’m sure was drowning as am I In the room of torture, clutter and stale air She has now become my hero Because she mustered enough strength To run and start anew New this sounds foreign to me My tongue has difficulty allowing The syllables to dance off my lips, mouth I have to stop and regain my composure Hope is something of the past Hope is no longer associated with me I now live in a corner stationed between Past & Despair Robotic movements mimic life But as you approach you stand to smell The vile carcass of my flesh slowly dying Despair is my friend Past is my new position in life I had peace, love and happiness once I felt it flee each and every time I Entered your suffocating presence Mister Kill Joy you have successfully Accomplished your task of Killing Me!!!!