Feeling Dead Today…

Why me at all?

A mediocre bulb of life,

Pulp to the disease and scourge of Humanity

Fallen and broken,

Why me?

I have never been that hero in the night,

Never been that stalking agent

Never blessed with flight or might.

I have never witnessed or preformed miricales,

I have never been that faithful boy,

Waiting on his beautiful maid.

Never been that evil man,

Who takes what he wants

hand in hand.

I have never been the tide

the stars

I have never lied.

I have never been the school halls,

the memories of dead and gone

and ceased to fade but bide their time,

drift away to the back of your mind.

Why me?

Why this hatred?  Why this love?

I have never been your savior

Or your solitude.

I have never been cool, or kind…

I’ve never been left behind or unforgotten,

Not in this twilight…

I have never been your addiction,

Your pack of smokes or infested revolt.

I’m just me.

I’ve never been the ground you kissed or walked on.

I’ve never been there in time of need,

I’ve never been needed, wanted

by none,

Save that ever clinging mass that is no one

Nothing…

I have never been the face you imagine,

The blue of the sky,

The kid in Africa who needs 68 cents a day from you.

I’ve never been your car, your house, your T.V.

Your life.

I’ve never been my life.

I have never been me.

Thats something i could never be…

~ by eternalsyn on April 6, 2009.