Setbacks come and go, inspiration fades away, but still I live and wake, to see a shining day.
I've a job, and now hopefully with it, I can get going with my life! I'll be trying my hand at photoshop as well to see what I can do with it.
Death WIPWhat do you do,Death WIP by ~Ereido
when you see a life go?
What happens when it's gone?
Does anyone know?
Of all the things in this world that are known,
death seems to be the greatest mystery of all.
Why must the good suffer and leave,
why must the greatest ones have to fall?
Heavy HeartA heavy heart is the one that lays at rest,Heavy Heart by ~Ereido
alone in the darkness with nothing besides its own beat.
A broken soul is the one that resides in silence,
and mending both is by no means an easy feat.
A mind ripped asunder though, can never mend.
All one can do is put on a mask and pretend.
A life worth living is one with those who you care,
with people who love to have experiences to share.
A life all alone, isn't worth all the pain.
All the suffering and hate, with little to no gain.
What use is there in continuing on,
when there's not even a point in living till dawn?
What use is there in waking to an empty hollow,
when food and drink turns to ash in every swallow?
FacadeI'm tired of playing,Facade by ~Ereido
in these masquerades.
Like a never ending game,
of spoken charades.
This mask I put on,
I live day by day.
And each day that's a lie,
is a day wasted away.
I'm tired of living,
this endless web of lies.
I'm tired of failing,
no matter how much I try.
The light of day brings no warmth,
and I'm left with lonliness at night.
I'm left to battle my demons,
and right now I'm losing that fight.
Each day that I live it feels as if,
my heart is torn from my chest.
If only that were the case in reality,
maybe then I'd finally get some rest.
But no, here I go,
trudging forth in the dark.
I'm tired of carrying all of this pain,
it's certainly left its mark.
Death beckons me day by day,
drawing me close in every way.
My mind screams for rest, my heart for relief.
Nothing's given me happiness, material or belief.
I'm ready to let it take me,
maybe then I'd get some peace.
Maybe then the pain would end,
and finally my lies would cease.
RainPitter patter outside my home,Rain by ~Ereido
is comforting when I'm alone.
Their melodic drops upon the grass,
help my sorrow come to pass.
Their very touch upon my skin,
helps me to feel whole again.
They're soothing when running down my face,
they help each painful memory erase.
In their grasp there is no time,
no past present or future and it's so sublime.
I'd love to be part of that circle of life,
where I worry not about pain or strive.
Drifting away while I'm up in the clouds,
going anywhere previously I'd not been allowed.
Seeing the world and being completely free,
that's what I wish my life could be.