Days goes by weeks, then to months, soon to years of nothing but silence, the more I think, the more I wonder, what is my true purpose in life?
What is real, and what is fake?
Who can I depend on with my wills and my testaments?
Who do I call friend, or who do I call foe?
Who will ride the currents of time, side by side, as one?
Is there anyone out side this so called world of make believe?
Or am I the only one, floating in a pool of thoughts, slowly sleeping under the waves of sorrow and Despair, slowly breathing while the water drags me deeper into the abyss, drowning, pleading for help, falling deeper and deeper into my so called mind, wondering if there is a bottom, or is it an ocean with a pit of darkness.
I can feel something pulling me down, deeper and deeper, the light slowly fades to darkness, as I lay there silent and still, watching my life pass by while I fall deeper into the pit of darkness, who will be there to pull me out, to save me from this world, to be the guardian angel I beg to see, or let my demons take control over me..
