I wonder...
For nothing ever lasts forever
And I've lost who I was, who I ever aspired to be.
Who am I now?
I wonder...
I spend hollow hours dreaming,
Looking forward to a future I highly doubt will ever exist.
What will become of me?
I wonder...
Because I've yet to accept my past
And roam the earth with an inflamed, suppressed rage.
Why am I so angry?
I wonder...
About Sorrow, Anger, Guilt and Pain.
Cannot tell if they're friend or foe yet I cherish them dearly.
When did they become my only companions?
I wonder...
Still I am a puppet to my inner demons.
I surrended myself to the dark and I am alone and cold and as I sit with my back against the wall, I wonder...
How did I get here?
... I wonder...
