Every day in this world I see
Endless Chaos to follow me
Dreaming of the hell I am bound
Countless souls that I have found
People ask me why I do believe
That, one day I will be relieved
Knowing existence is pure agony
And the pain yet ere growing
Every so often I sit and wonder
Was I a mistake, only gods blunder
To those of high faith you will yet know
God makes mistakes, but they dont show
Yet in this world we live we ask
What is my purpose or greater task
In this world must I always ask why
Why must I sit in the corner and cry
I sit ere baffled by all that I see
Asking why I feel such pity
Nothing I bore and for nothing I care
No-one shows grief or any despair
No-one but I, And mines always there
To think of the pain I wouldn't dare
My Life is a mess and Unforgiving
So I don't know whats my Point of Living
