Sometimes I sit and wonder Why I'm even here at all. What the hell is my existence? Like some worm I crawl Upon my useless body in Darkness and in Hate. There's no such thing as destiny. There's no such thing as Fate. Pleasure never finds me here But mocks me to my face Love's caress is artificial Can this truly be my place In life? Crushed beneath fallen pillars of joy? Truly I've become for mirth A broken, worn-out toy. The world hands itself on a silver platter To me so easily it seems. But the world is a diamond of glass. Every way it sparkles and gleams Is a constant reminder that it all means nothing. Without true happiness in life This goddamn world means nothing. Life's purpose is to carve my heart For every wanton soul That can pry its own joys from it. Can I never be whole Now that I've sold my heart away, and all That might give me joy in life Is meant to serve their call? Sometimes I sit alone and wonder Why the hell must I be here. What have I done to deserve this? Ripped of mind and soul soul so dear To serve the desires of every wanton soul. Without the true diamond of compassion, I will, perhaps, never be whole. (c)1998 Tim Haldane

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