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Oh sweet chatastrophy, You follow me into the night With broken dreams and a shatered hope You robbed me of sight. Blinded by the chaos I flee Hidding in a hole I cry Oh this torment of mine It's keeping me from finding my sunshine. There is a fork in the road And I don't know wich way to take A decision ... A decision I will have to make.

Meaning... Tis' the thing Ive always searched for, but never have I found. Inner peace, I would die for, yet breathing am I now. A theory? Maybe. A hope? Absolutely. I keep on searching on, despite the fear that courses through me. "What if this longing is but a hope, an illusion, what then? Should my search continue on, though my endurance wears ever thin?" Is hope a comfort in itself? To love and be loved, is this where inner peace is found? Possibly so, if any humans' love is sound. Are we capable of love? If so, then why hate? The paradox is obvious, observe our human race. Survival of the fittest, push the weak and poor aside. Every man for himself, where is our dignity and pride? We fight like animals "Man is but a beast" Where is the civilized man? Did he even exist? He must have, where did the good come from? They say good always wins in the end, but will goodness last long enough? But I will ever cling to the hope, that mankind can still be saved. We have not sunk into total insanity, nor yielded to obvious depravity, At least I hope not. Have we? We have dug our graves eagerly, not aware of what it is. Not aware that sudden death strikes, during what we consider bliss. If one can actually call that happiness, everything, and an empty soul. Instead of keeping things that last, for conveniences sake they're sold. Assuming that things done for me, would bring me inner peace, has left me lacking nothing. Nothing, except for me. So I'll journey torwards redemption, in a state of "controlled" careening. Hoping to catch ahold of something actually worth keeping. Grasping at whats missing, eyes open barely seeing. Grasping at lost innocence, grasping for some meaning. Grasping for an absolute, something to place my faith in. At the end of my rope... God, save me. Hi people, Newbie here, and this is my poem. Tell me if you like it.

I sigh in relief, need I say no more? No time to neither think nor relax. It is time to take action. This action will have a severe reaction. You have taken one of the only from me. Shall I seek for revenge? This one may see the death upon me. Goodbye birdie, goodbye husband. You saw the last light of your life. You strangled him in to pieces and now you shall pay. This will be the last words that you will ever say. No Heaven for you, only Hell is now what you have lived for. The devil will see you rotting in Hell. You took him from me. Enjoy your last breath because now will be the last time you will ever sleep. I feel so weak. I will never be able to sleep. I will only weep. But who honestly gives a damn? Let me slowly put the rope beneath you so I can never speak with you. You killed him so now I shall kill you.

Your touch, your smile, I will always remember. Your gentle lips pressed up against mine. This has to be a sign. I will always remember you. You are my one and only. The one and only one for me. So you see that this may not be true anymore. I must hold onto that little piece of unreality. I cannot bare this insanity nor can I deal with this calamity. Let the storm be over. Let there be light once again. May there be no more sins that walk upon us. I know that I said I was afraid to fall in love, but I never knew what love was until I met you. I chose to be with you and only you. But why does it seem like it is over? It cannot be over, but it must. It felt so lust, but turning into rust. It must be the end. I know that know that our love may never die. I must say goodbye. I must close the coffin and rejoice you again in another time. No more rhymes this time. Only tears, which will run down my face like razor blades. Goodbye Jade. Goodbye my love.