This poem, I just writeth out of boredom and too much inside my head. As gloomy as it sounds, I kinda like it. heh


Pacing back and forth, inside my head, wondering what shall I do?
I'm hopelessly restless in my life and I foresee nothing but gloom
Everytime a ray of sunshine seems to shine right through
It's nothing more, than a forever spell, handing out my doom
Alone, alone, alone again and everything laughs at me
I don't think I can stand again, it seems I've run out of steam
No saving, no walking, no eating, no sleeping, a relentless spell of pain
And all the thoughts inside my head will bring me nothing but shame
Tired, restless, lazy, gone, my world is crumbling down
There's nothing left for me to do but fall upon my crown
A crown built up of hope and faith and searching endlessly
Only to find out someday, the answers reside in me
Another night, another day, a boring litany
Of wandering forever in my head, and feeling soulessly
So what more is there to do but crumble upon myself
Put me way upon a high and dusty shelf
Forget me, forget my name, forget I ever met thee
And find a quiet corner to live your life, so I cannot see
I will sit upon the shelf, that someone made for me
Pacing tirelessly inside my head, hoping for nothing