Giving Up?

by **mcZu** » Aug 9th, '09, 17:33

I’ve been through shit before, cold before, I never stole before
The present is metal formed, I met depression before
Laughed at me more and more and made me look at life as a metaphor
My insight has grown even more, but it left my view scorched…
Can’t view life black and white no more, my sight got forced-
To watch certain fantastic things in life burn like the human torch…
Do I even feel human any more? Humanity is cruel for sure
Me as an individual can’t express myself no more
Instead I’m left to dual with my inner demon at my soul’s shore
It seems I’m running towards the goal with all my force
Yet the referee already whistled before my feet started moving like a horse
Does that mean, that even if I try I can’t score no more?
Ball keeps rolling forth and forth; time seems stuck on one hour before four
It seems for each single second I get an L in return for…
Doom is having a one sided convo with me, but my throat gets sour
Or am I just exaggerating forth, ‘cause I tripped on the step of success’ door?