Presence

Your presence brings back my old days The way my life used to lead The dullness of it wasn't something I could tolerate The idea that my old ways could reformed was an absurd idea in the first place, so diabolical that it almost made it sane I only knew the smudgeness of it My image isn't easy to maintain Head held high, wrists covered anxiously Maybe it's cruel world to us all and my vision towards life was disorted Can any lie cover the tears dripping down ones face? Is pain a reminder that there will be better days? I don't see the point in the 'heavenly body' that is planet earth Why is life still living on this god forsakenrock It's all a car crash Isn't life so wonderful?