The flame
torn between two worlds
one must find where they belong
you strive to find self
in a world of pain and suffering
where does this trail end
when does serinity come
people come people go
the world is a blur as you
fly threw it
time gets short
like the days from fall to winter
am still young
but this is the winter of my life
the bitter cold of the world wears on my bones
frosts over my heart and blackens the soul
and the only comfort is a tiny flame
a cherry of a cigertte
the smoke warms the lungs
and its toxic fumes rush threw my body
the one thing that is mine
five minutes
i have to myself
to ponder the world and my existence
lost am i in the wilderness but my flame
keeps me
burn true and bright
maybe someone will find me
find me before the wolves of this world do
engulfed by it
its vishious fangs dig ever so deep
ripping the flesh
and then it ends
the five minutes, its up
and back to the hells of this world
still ever so lost
but i can now think clear
now i can decide
the who's the whys and
the where i must go from here
head held up
shoulders back
be proud
or give the persona of it
drive on keep goin
cause thats all we can do
and that's all i know
