This abyss of existence blurred by mist
Creates feelings of longing and frustration
Deepness surrounded in hatred waiting in haste
I feared it would surface, I fear it is starving
Hope derived by less than this
Is wasted on drugs and loneliness
A life cut short will simply prove
An example to those who wish to move
Why drive on!? What's the hurry!?
Has that mist for you become blurry!?
*I just made it up, it needs more work obviously*Www@QuestionHome@Com