For those of you lost in this cold world, Feel my rhyme and my words Options

[Marrth]

Before you begin reading this, I'd like you all to take a look at how the world is turning out right now, and back at all of the good times in your life ,back at the world, back to the good times. Get in that state of mind. Feel me.

This world is full of hardship , it's Satans den of insanity.
But it's just me and my brother but all I have of him are memories.
I walk alone at night because the sun just don't shine anymore
and those pretty faces that I once knew will be existing nevermore.
the snow leaves my feet frostbitten and torn up.
I once believed I'd find someone in this blizzard when I believed in luck.
But luck is just a game and the coins don't flip the way they used to ,
so now I'm resorting back to my evil ways just to barely fucking get through.
This ain't no damn video game that I played when I was a kid,
this is a messed up dream world from thinking the evil thoughts that I did.
I should have been more optimistic and gave a shit about my surroundings
instead of givin' the finger to em' all and taking for granted all these things.
There's a pitch black cloud in the sky that hangs a shadow on my presence
and it stalks my every move till I don't recognize myself ; This blackness is dense.
I sit on this bulk stone and watch this dark river rush violently
into a mass body of water full of loved ones, crushed hopes, crushed dreams.
I've lost it all and my mind tells me that the evil has won
but my strong will and soul tell me with passion to carry on.
Through out the years of my depression I'd be begging for a place to be alone
and now I got it but I'm screaming for a familiar voice to carry me home.
But my sound waves wont stretch enough and my eyes are tired of looking ahead
and It's getting hard to see here and through the fog I see my dad callin' me but he's dead,
and he isn't ever coming back so I'm left with tough shit and bare hands ;
These hands that once shared a grasp on fingers soft , clean , not of a mans ;
That precious smile that once carried me away into a calmer state of mind
and I look back at those good times but now they're just another fantasy of mine.
As I take another step forward I remind myself not to lose touch with the ground
because If I do these things I miss won't ever be found.
My greatest desire right now is to let it go and lay to rest
but my imagination is telling me that all of this is just a test.
Soon I'll wake up in my old black bed,
and write some long , sad poem about my dream and how I was lead
to the point of no return where I'm on my knees beggin' for mercy;
and the good lord don't love me anymore because of my habit to corrupt everything that I see.
In my thoughts red roses turn into gray romance stories of us
where happily ever after is a trick and love is torturous.
But at this point in time I'm pinchin' myself, trying to wake up,
but I feel the pain more than before and know the war was glorious
that rid me of my friends, my family and my blessings that I had
and I didn't even know that I had it until it all died off and went bad.
So listen to me , men and women, as I preach you about these times:
that are making the world turn corruptively and putting all of our innocent lives on the line.
Hear my words that I speak through the vine and know the lesson;
because when the time of glory truly comes all you'll have are those blessings.
-Marrth
Godbless