Despair

Here I lie, wide awake... 
Rememb'ring the words I spake. 
Are they a real and true memory, 
Or a grand delusion inside of me?           

Running, stumbling with arms outstretched 
Believing truths, too farfetched. 
Knowing the decision is hit or miss. 
Perched and teetering at the abyss.           

One misstep is all it takes, 
To be poisoned, tainted, filled with hate. 
Lashing out at friends, making them enemies... 
Tarnishing the soul with cruel misdeeds.           

Down a dark and twisting path, 
Living only to vent misplaced wrath. 
An easy trip on the way down, 
Only to find oneself alone, no one around.           

This, a lonely and empty life makes, 
Never learning, oft repeating the same mistakes. 
Soon true friends are a faded, tarnished memory. 
Whilst the pain and sorrow last eternity.    

---Damien (ShadowDancer)          

---May 28, 1998           

---2:20 AM