John Castro

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my soul is lost in a world of thorns
and the fabric of my being mourns

the complexities of life weigh heavy on my shoulders
as experience and wisdom come down like crashing boulders

oh how i mourn the days of ignorance when life was such a bliss
i never knew that "NOT"knowing something was something i would miss

i never knew that life back then was such a wonderful endeavor
as i often wish that life in bliss would always last forever

it seems as though i was better off with innocent thoughts instead
i rather walk in innocence than walk among the dead

i feel like dead men walking as my soul reaches into darkness
i see the shimmer from the reapers sickle reflecting from it's sharpness

a doorway of emptiness fills my soul full of guilt and fear
and when life becomes full of wisdom death becomes so clear
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