Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Just Another Thought

There are times,
When I look into her eyes,
Thinking... whether is she the one?
Expressing her Love,
Expressing her Hate,
On an unworthy Soul,
Seems like a dagger that's been stabbed back & forth on this worthy soul.

Sometimes I hate myself,
Being friends is pointless,
It's a waste of time,
There's nothing called Love or Friendship,
Perhaps... I would agree with Lust and Repugnance,
Greed and Gluttony,
Envy and Wrath.

Questioning self is something that cannot be stopped,
It makes life more interesting,
Except for one question,
And that is... Do I Exist?
Existence seems fruitless.