The Ebb Tide of a Life Poorly Led.

When I think of all those who came through the door

Some still here and living, others gone forever more

I wonder what it means that despite it all, I'm around

Why am I still breathing, what reason can be found?

Is it just good luck? Because if the truth be fully told

I find people are annoying and that everything is old.

For what ever stupid reason, life is now a tasking chore

God's absent, evil's won cause being good's a fucking bore

The forces of Order have moved in a way that is dictatorial

So that obediance is mandatory making Chaos appear moral

In fact I am sick of nearly everything I see, read or hear

The only reason I still draw breath is knowing you are near

And so now that you left me, I wonder what reason I go on?

For it seems in your game of life I was just another pawn.

Oh I'm sure that there was love once, of that we can both agree

But the world changed to fit people like you, not for one's like me