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.
In The DarkI sit in the darkness of my mind,In The Dark by Ereido
wondering if it's worth it all.
Continuing on day by day,
trying to hide the pain away.
I've tried to fight it back,
sometimes I've even won.
But no matter how battered I leave it,
it seems it's just never done.
In the darkest recesses it hides,
a poison clouding my mind.
It takes in the darkness, and slowly spreads,
torturing me incessantly, me wishing I were dead.
I take no comfort in my gloom filled room,
I leave behind no reason of mention once gone.
And yet still I crawl forward, ceaselessly pushed back again.
What do I go to in the dark, and will I ever see the dawn?
In Loving MemoryThere's a time and a place,In Loving Memory by Ereido
to let everything go.
It's been half a year now,
suffering more than most can know.
My pet, my best friend,
is now long since passed.
It's Christmas now and there's this one thing,
for what I wish I could ask.
I would wish for her back,
to hold her against my chest.
I pushed her away at her worst,
but now I realize it was her best.
She knew she was at her end,
she wanted more time with me.
I pushed here away and now realize,
this is what my greatest regret will ever be.
Now as I think, I know.
It's life, that time robbes.
I will always now remember,
my best friend, Hobbes.
Some time in the summer, I can't remember when exactly, we had to put down my cat, Hobbes, who was my best friend when I had nobody else, a loner. Near her end, due to old age, she wanted to spend time with me, but there were problems with her that made me push her away. It's only nowadays though that I realize, that I knew
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?