I look back
at times past,
those wonderful times,
that just didn't last.

I had so much fun,
they were so great,
now no more left,
the last at this rate.

Now falling apart,
but none of it matters,
and falling away,
the last of these splatters

I knew this was coming,
so I enjoyed it like nuts.
I felt just so happy,
and out of my rut.

Now all of it's gone,
and I've set the date,
to stop the charading,
and clean up my plate.

I look back,
this mess that I've made,
the knife which it cut,
the running of blade.

Why did I do it,
wasn't I glad?
This endless of happy.
The smile turned sad.

Sometimes I wonder,
why am I wrong,
I sing of their heroes,
and worship their song.

Sometimes its worthless,
and better to die,
but none of it matters,
and left it alive.

Sometimes I sense,
that it's just a joke,
the kind that's empty,
and sipped back with a coke.

angst in its purest.
the good times are gone,
just left me in ruins,
of good times gone wrong.