My pen feels heavy <br />My mind marose <br />A new state of living <br />Comatose <br /> <br />I still breathe <br />In this bitter silence <br />Yearning to explore <br />Death <br /> <br />What has become of my soul <br />Desperation <br />I climb back into an alcoholic <br />Deepness, darkness <br />One humongeous <br />Calamity filled hole <br /> <br />Dreary days appear <br />Piercing my heart <br />Little moments of peace <br />Fade quickly <br />To the past as <br />Insanity returns <br /> <br />Trying to resolve this disease <br />I ponder which way to turn <br />Back to a higher power <br />Or just burn with <br />The non-believers <br />Lost souls<br /><br />Matt Mondschein<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lost-souls-6/
