Ghost of your voice finally rests

It's what I want....an end to thoughts.

They keep me awake.  I've become an insomniac....maybe an hour sleep a day..maybe..may be

I'll come home and raise you up to what's left

No one's coming home. 

I'm a boy left alone. Inside an empty house...inside an uneducated mind

and all I ask is why...and now I'm 38..

And I ask why...why why why why why why

over and over and over..it goes on..

how do you know someone is like this and do to them what everyone else has?  How do you destroy a person utterly?

There is seriously no love...on Earth. People think it does...but it doesn't..

it's a fleeting feeling at best...and it's never returned....maybe a moment..maybe two..

But I know that it's not and i'm not..I was taught that...at an early early age...

to breathe, to cry...to cry and cry...and die..

someday anyway..welcomed very welcome..

I will invite him in and we'll laugh at this life...this pitiful life...pity pity

at least I'll die laughing