The Empty Wasteland of Despair

Here I am
A symbol of human tragedy
Here I stand
A deplorable broken man
Why do we ask the questions?
Of answers we do not wish to know
Broken, haunting memories of times old
Searching, for answers to unfold
The mystery that leaves me torn between
Two worlds in a darkened corner
Weeping softly I tear my flesh
The sun is gone and what is left my dark
I bury the past in the empty wasteland of despair
Times have changed and we count hours
Of Solitude and despair
Turmoil breaking, senses waking
Leading me no where
The sun is gone and what is left my dark
I bury the past in the empty wasteland of despair