Poem 26- LostSide

The dark side of the earth is what I walk upon

The wicked road and faded keep me alive

I view life on the Darkside of the mirror

And all I see is cruelty and despair

I experience nightmares and worthless notes, none so fair

All the tortures and all its pains make it clearer

For the is no gains when my Will has been deprived

The words "No pain, No gains" lost meaning since dawn.

But I insist no matter what people say

That this life is cruel

For it is the way we humans do

But it no concern, For I am dead for what I have been through

A broken glass, a broken jewel

A walking dead, A living corpse, yes that's what I am

The unneeded weed, A sacrificial lamb

They are stained, and they have their wits

I try to survive but dir bit by bit

I shall dance to their tune

Never a will for a fight

Music is broken glass

But I shall dance well tonight

Dusk to dawn, I dream of a white knight

A shinning saviour to bring me nee light

But I wake up to reality, I am the blight

I sing my tunes for the night

-KrakenBorn