My whereabout it seems is a hell
Do I stay or do I go?
A life ago I was shining star
Today am a mere slave to an emotional need
A state of mind that fluctuates in highs and lows.
To be a hero or a villain
A vessel set to rot in time.
A painful life is ahead.
Born innocent and tainted by the stupidity of the world.
Everything is colorful and ends up grey, like the ashes of burnt possibilities
and a dream that was meant to be shared.
To remain positive or allow the sadness to prevail
To despise the devil or love the angels is what we must ask ourselves.
Today being a devil is desired and an angel is shot dead.
The good sentiments are now not valued.
Too many thorns hurting "my" flesh
Too little consideration.
I used to believe in earthling love,
But remaining is only a bitter taste for those asserting insanity into my bones.
From hero to villain,
a path one must take.
In love I believe,
Because it is something I've lived.
And if I needed to be good or bad,
In the middle of the storm I would choose to be none.