In the end, it's my battle, my fight
No one to turn to, no guiding light
Fighting my dreams everyday, I succumb to the illusion
Drink, drugs, and men, my only refuge
Sadness, depression, and confusion
Choas reigns my existence
Reaching, grasping, for that illusive rainbow
Everyday, negative, my patience
When will He come? My justice done
Endlessly waiting, forever for
That One

-Tazein
10.6.2010
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