Angst Journal Entry – Wasted

I need an infusion of thought
I desire a bonding of souls
In my path, stands my time
Wasted on nights like these

Cheaply spent I need a dime
I deserve as much as she
I’m so much, it drives me crazy

I need some place to stand

In early morning due to demand
I rise to some new day
Cloudless sky, invading sight
Slighted and alone, hours by me fly
Days and weeks, months and years
I have no need to cry

But cry I do, mascara runs
Black streaks of dirty dye
Lines of sadness and despair
Desperation and depression

Goodnight soldier, goodnight friend
Goodnight lover, goodnight until the end
Scream no more, tears not run
I love them all, my time is done

Say goodnight, until we meet my friend
Goodbye, adios, adieu, adieu