Mournful Prairie

Time as passed
And still i find myself
Worthless,
A lifeless peasant in the hands
Of other's needs.

Lost in a mournful prairie
Filled with sickening thougts,
A place when lunacy takes place
And I,
As it's host,
Begin to succumb to my own
Lack of humility,
I'm a dog
Inside a little place
Called hell.

As the sky turns grey
I try to find forgiveness
When another day
Awakens,
Only to realize
That every other being
Is a being on it's own,
Filled with his own demons.

Depressive on my own,
Where are your kind colors
To feed my depleting ego?