Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Odd

Overcrowded mind cluttered with thought
Unable to enjoy the life I once sought
Money may rain
But passion's like pain
Destroying the soul
When you let it take control

(I hear whispers in the dark, telling me what I don't want to hear)

Worlds around me spin
The darkness gets in
Wanted you to know my name
Now slave to the fame
No meaning to love
No prayers heard above

(Overpowered by the shadows, my soul searches for light)

Falling to my knees
All the third eye sees
Is trouble ahead
But I made that bed
Confusion consumes
But my life resumes

(No matter if I stop living, the world just keeps on spinning. Odd)