Chaos

Chaos, chaos, rain down hard, rage forward – What has become of the smile I once had? Of the future I had to work toward – Lost in the echo of the past, so sad. Either no one sees, or no one can care – Suffering alone, with only my thoughts Does the sun still shine somewhere, anywhere? Watching as everything in the dark rots. I have to wait for how many more years? All these numbers used to seem so soothing. What more can I do, cry one thousand tears? I love, I try, I live; all to nothing. Count for the future and count for the past; And perhaps good things are to come at last.