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Life Without Hope Viewed Through A Telescope
As I stand here upon shakey uncertain uneven ground
Completely alone in my empty Clostuerphobic loveless
Self-made prison in hell
Spell cast gauntlet thrown down
Cat In a Bag waiting to drown
Not where I don’t want to be
And far from what I'd call home
Or sanctuary
Watching life from afar through a telescope
As my wasted time silently passes by
Given up all hope
And run out of tears that once flooded into an ocean
Of deep emotion
And where I once drown
I wake up from a dream only to live a nightmare
Over again and again
Life in the dark putrid stench in the gutter
Where evil demons play around
With my tired mind
Their vicious hound's bite
Both day and night
And rip my heart apart
A little more
Than before
The Scavenger vultures gather with hideous eyes
And sharp beaks on the outside of my prison walls
Whating to eat my tender flesh and greedily pick my bones
Never ever wanted much
Just a family
And a loving touch
Living in a fantasy world
Pushing the sharp stab and crushing blow of reality
Far away
Just too much to bear
Life a curse
And death is a sweet release
The only way to leave my heavy load
Somewhere no one would ever find
And finally, find peace
Copyright ©
Peter Dome
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