agonistes_vental

I sing a soft song of agony,close to the hearts of those who forget,
I scream these verses of love,care,and attention to my dreams,
Yet I know that I am alone for these cold days to come,
I seem to be admired for thoguht,verse,briliance,and love,
But so many leave my side turning on me like wolves hunting,
I give so much in my time,of my heart,and longings to do right,
Yet at my bedside sits a bottle and a glass ready for relief,
To pour and wash away my diary of empty pages never heard,
In my nightmare there is a place of comfort in my insanity,
Verse filled poisons of liquid acid call to me to drink,
Taste my pain and hurt burning down the lies,
Burning down my sadness of longing to be loved,
My illusion lives in my eyes,I am strong yet weak,
I am broken yet fixed,
I am alive yet dead,
I am just a forgotten memory never really heard.
So as these days come to a end what is my life worth,
If I sit here singing myself to sleep,
Wrapped in all the promises no one seems to keep,
I sing till everything burns all my hate and sorrow,
Burn me down as I say I love you an eternity,
Am I dreaming,
Am I misery,
A saint turned sinner,
What does it all mean if I love and can forgive,
If I am left hurting with feeling,
Do I jsut assume and go on,
Maybe go away.