drowning hope by austin hodgson
i feel empty
like a toy once loved
who now sits in the dark
alone without friends
hoping one day
i'll be remembered again
no one needs to want me
i am only a temporay convience
good for nothing
but to fill the void for awhile
then tossed aside without care
broken battered and torn
in this darkness nothing exists
except a path for my wondering mind
insanity is freedom
i hear the voice crying
in the back of my head
the one that i keep
locked away
in the cesspool of my imagination
with perverted nightmares
and twisted black thoughts
there is no hope for me
beyond the uncanny borders of grey
my angel has left me here
to rot in my sickening madness
my detestible torment of nothingness
but maybe one day
i'll be remembered
peace. and have a good one.
i feel empty
like a toy once loved
who now sits in the dark
alone without friends
hoping one day
i'll be remembered again
no one needs to want me
i am only a temporay convience
good for nothing
but to fill the void for awhile
then tossed aside without care
broken battered and torn
in this darkness nothing exists
except a path for my wondering mind
insanity is freedom
i hear the voice crying
in the back of my head
the one that i keep
locked away
in the cesspool of my imagination
with perverted nightmares
and twisted black thoughts
there is no hope for me
beyond the uncanny borders of grey
my angel has left me here
to rot in my sickening madness
my detestible torment of nothingness
but maybe one day
i'll be remembered
peace. and have a good one.
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[Edited on Mar 30, 2003]