My eyes
tired
of searching
my view
troubled
can't see really anything

blinded
by
years without light
I've
lost
my true sight

living in darkness
surviving for less
but I confess
it's better than nothing, I guess

My mind
confused
of thinking
my thoughts
bringing me
really nothing

lost in chaos
since
reality and desire
didn't match anymore
hope
courage and faight
I want to adore,
but unaware I simply seem to ignore

living a nightmare
surviving with hardly air
but I don't really dare
to scream that it's not fair

My heart
in pain
of all the hurt
my feelings
wrapped
in nothing but dirt

broken and filthy
through
blood and tears
piece
by
piece
falling for fears

living is crying
surviving is trying
dreaming is flying
waiting is dying

My soul
is gone
my spirit
went along
nothing left
to be strong

-GHM-