Perfect Blend
alone on a deserted road,
with no destination to go,
time seems to move slow,
but all of my painful memories rapidly flow,
emotionless from all the loved ones i’ve had to let go,
what do you do when living becomes a chore?
i guess this is what liquor is for,
to forget your regrets…
surrounded by careless people disguised as friends,
people who i know will vanish before “the end”,
alone with the few family i have left,
trying to strategize my next move in this game of chess,
the game isn’t played but lived,
and i play the rook who fears,
designed to go forward,
but i go right and left instead,
tears dare not do justice to the pain i’ve met,
matter of fact agony and i are the closest of friends,
maybe i should just pretend,
that’s the way its always been,
a deceiving smile and forced laughs are always the perfect blend…
