I used to stand for something
But one too many times I have been knocked down.
I used to live for something
But one to many friends have been destroyed.
I used to love someone
But one too many times I have screwed it up.
All fall down and all destroy
And every gift conceals a ploy
And life is not a thing to praise
Or so it seems to me today.
I used to wait for someone
But now I wait for death.
I used to dream of someone
But now my dreams despair.
I used to want something
But now I do not.
The play that played inside my head
Has turned into a blood so red
That ships upon the sea do turn
To steer away and watch it burn.
I used to see so much possibility
But now it is quite dark.
I used to think that I was strong
But now I know I’m not.
I used to think that I was right
I used to think that I was right…
I used to
2 thoughts on “Sin”
such a negative poem but truly what some people might feel xxjen
Funny how the things you feel that you think isolate you have been felt by others long before you ever came to be.