martes, 10 de julio de 2012

Night Demons

Sometimes at night

I wonder

If this is gonna end soon

My soul is torn apart

with hate

I would like to escape

close my eyes

and forget everything

but it's there

always there

and it makes me sick

I played with fire and got burned

I can understand that

but I can't stand the thought that everything was in vain

that nothing good came of it

nothing was learned

nothing changed

the same things that happened before are happening again

listening to what is wanted to be heard and dropping what is not

and everything was just a matter of convenience

I feel so


Why did I put my heart where I should just have put my lust?

it should have been the other way around

that would have been

way easier to fix...