Many Lives Lived
How many lives must I live
In order to be done?
I don't want to survive
Just give my life away to anyone.
There is no point,
No lesson to be learnt.
I am just a poisonous joint,
Waiting to be burnt.
My mind is never clear,
It's scattered, tattered, and cluttered.
I wish I could dissapear,
And be only something that was just once muttered.
Every life I've lived accumulates,
I don't even know how to handle one!
Each time a new problem penetrates,
And I feel so done.
When one life ends,
Another one begins.
I rarely recieve friends,
But, when I do, they have just as deep of sins.
I can't find a connection between any life lived,
Is there a solution?
I've been so deprived,
Yet, I find no resolution.
When will I be gone?
Why is there this evil cycle?
I'm rarer than a leprechaun,
Even one riding a unicycle.
Please take me away,
Let me be at peace.
Let me forget about every day,
Let me be a sacred masterpiece.
I'm past overdue,
I've lived much too long.
I'm so much worse than the flew,
Because I've grown to be too strong.
And yet, I am weak.
I handle what is thrown at me,
Without any sort of technique.
I just want to be set free.
But I'm never released.
I'm trapped in one life to the next,
Always connected to The Beast,
Which, has me rather perplexed.
I want to die.
I want to live.
All I do is cry,
I wish that I could thrive.