27/2/2006 - even the stars refuse to shine...even the wrong words seem to rhyme...

the dawn is breaking,

the day shall start,

hopelessness brewing,

im losing heart...

thy confidence shattered,

a broken soul,

a nullified dullness,

a sodden abyss..

i cant be bothered,

to even write a proper poem,

for all the bliss i had,

for little became none...

i try to change to the turmoil,

it only makes things worse,

if only i can say,

that time shall reverse..

a small notion,

with dire effects,

what i would give to do,

to change all that...

a death on the throne,

a cut to the bone,

the flesh is pierced in depth,

the blood flows slowly..

the chronicles of a wounded mind,

broken soul,

twisted heart,

sodden flesh..

nothing makes sense anymore,

a hopeless life,

a useless blog,

a idle mind,

incarcerating mine,

for future is so dim now,

the odds against are great,

take that way many would be deemed,

left alone in the cold it seems...

damn the state and sodden vice,

grimace charisma lacking or constant nigh,

for now its time to end the pain,

one man's loss another's gain...

even the stars refuse to shine,

even the wrong words seem to rhyme,

how can i think im standing strong?

yet feel the air beneath my feet...

even the best fall down sometime,

but for me its fallen too much time,

ive got the doubt that fills my mind,

that somehow i can find my light...

im lost in a trail of gloom,

alone in a chilling cauldron of hate,

prey to those who taste diminishing will,

the flesh is losing its lustre,

the mind is weak,

the spirit is desperate,

it foretolds,

to start now is better than never,

to curb the trend than be trapped forever...

the beauty of friendship is everlasting,

the mistake i made shall be now offered in this way,

what shall be shall be,

must be must be,

will be will be,

whatever it be,

i shall know,

whether to continue,

or to move on,

this cannot go on for long,

my mind is keeping sane just about right,

if not it might be my last rejuvenal rite...

the hope is there the dream not real,

the plan is done the job is not,

the potential there but the execution not,

my life is there but my soul is not,

better do something to stem the rot..

yes feeling like shit today,

just like mostly every other day,

what can i do?

what can i say?

its just a damning consequence...

ah what the hell..