This is the diary of a sullen soul sucked through the cracks,
Just a pawn in this delicate balancing act,
His one salvation came from pills that brought happiness back,
Is this so just? In god we trust? Dejected, he cries,
“When they’re through with me,
I’ll be nothing but fragments of what I used to be,
And there’s nothing much worse,
Than being a shadow of a life you’d once,
Led me astray through the darkness and depths of my mindless bliss”
Every day just a rehash of the day he just had,
Is he a robot, or a man with ambition to pass?
He talks of daydreams filled with fancies he knows he can’t have,
A life of lust, bred from disgust, with lack of will, he cries,
“When they’re through with me,
I’ll be nothing but fragments of what I used to be,
And there’s nothing much worse,
Than being a shadow of a life you’d once,
Led me astray through the darkness and depths of my mindless bliss”
Now, come from the fire, dare to inspire,
To right what had once been wrong,
In time you’ll find that,
Despite how life’s been,
It all ends the same somehow,
Now, you’ll find what defines you,
Has been deep inside you,
And what you’ve had all along this path,
Never looking back now