Sleeping

This is a poem I wrote when I was in a bad mood. It's meant to make you wonder.

Sleeping


To even begin to define what I feel is so much further then hopeless

My thoughts can only be called madness

Actions are nothing more then emptiness



I can't hold my self still

I can't control anything around me

I can't avert my eyes

I can't help but hate you



Your words are ever killing me

These endeavors are ever filling me

Your sick deceptions are ever removing me



To rant is all we have

To die is all we are

To live is all we wont

To lie is all we do



This life is a prelude