| 3. HOPE ARCADE |
| I'm so stressed. I never guessed I would be left behind. I'm so mad at feeling sad about my frame of mind. I'm so tired of hanging on, so weary of days that are gone. I'm so sick, sick with contempt of being my one and only friend. And when the trend has gone to sea, and when my heart has touched me. When the skies have turned to dust, whom will I trust? If this is true, then I'm not through. The question is: who are you? Choose your weapon, choose your food. You're misconstrued. I am riddled by this quest. Who would've known? Who would've guessed? Right is wrong, guilt is best when you feel depressed. The lights will fade, the curtain drops. The mind will prey on its own thoughts. The war was waged, the battle lost. In my own starkness, I'm double-crossed. |