Nikter

As I started my travels through this life, I found myself in the dark of a strange town. My first step on the wet pavement, was filled with strife, for in the houses around me, every face I saw had a frown. There were few walking that cold street with me, Their bodies, some torn and mangled and others just existing. Above us all, a plane all shiny and new I could see, The passengers aboard, oblivious to what they were missing. I conitnued my walk through, barely observing, the over-sized billboards, their message, keeping some pinned. For it wasn't our ends that were most deserving, But those who stand stiff just to be torn down b

loneliness washing over me. talking to self. darkness overtaking me. world passing me by. friends passing me by.years go by as if they were sheets of cheap toilet paper. drowning in the quietness of the air. play music just to feel less isolated. fake expressions on faces around me. so called friends merely strangers. no one to count on but myself. can't count on myself. sometimes wish i could just start over. who sees the light at the end of the tunnel. what tunnel? look around me and see no meaning. can't wallow in self pity. can't accept pity. can't see pity. days go by like flashes from a strobe. whats going on? where am i going? no one k