Apathy
I sit here in my agony a spirit broken
My life has no meaning. I am dead!
The heart within my chest has ceased
I exist as nothing but a mere token.
The work that my hands have wrought
Is existent only in a land of desolation,
All I have achieved has turned into vanity.
There is no more depth in my thought.
I am dead…dead, dead! Nothing works!
My passion has flown away and disappeared
Somewhere beyond the horizon and into
An endless night where my last hope and
Dream, now lurks.
I am dead. I sit her a zombie, nothing
Inside of me…I am dead, flowers grow
On top of my grave but no one cries for me… No one,
No spoken words of kindness, or grieving.
I am dead…the angels kiss my feet.
There no soul within me, there are no
More emotions, everything is cold,
No longer am I a sailor in the grand fleet.
I am DEAD…But the worse thing about my death is no one ever knew me!
By Paradox