Thoughts From A Troubled Mind

Rage I

I do not understand happiness, I do not think it's real
I do not understand the illusion, I think it is all fake

I think that life is a terror, a nightmare we must face.

I do not want to die, the Great Beyond scares me insane

I do not want your love, 'tis a greek gift from Odysseus

Like sheep before the slaughter, you fatten me up before the kill

Stay away from me, your lies will bring me pain

That I would say, if you even knew my name

Alone I was born, and alone I will die

A lonely life of sorrow,  it seems must run through my veins

I think this world is a fraud, only constant is the treachery

Of men or of women, it will only bring you pain

I will not say I am sorry, happiness is but a game

I embrace this dark company, perhaps I will find some peace