Darkest Fantasy

DARKEST FANTASY

Holding as tight as possible to his darkest fantasy
He wants to be a big star, good friends with serendipity
He knows his life’s a joke and that’s okay with him
But before he dies again, this song he’ll hymn

Knows nothing ever finds him, luck could hit him on the head
Wouldn’t know what it was, he’d be so better off dead

Clouds with silver linings, they come and thunder in his ears
These imps come so devilishly, and over-excite his inner fears

Nothing’s ever good, everything’s always bad
Can’t quite seem to quit, hanging onto last year’s fad
Holding on as tight as possible, to his darkest fantasy
Maybe if he really tries, losing wont’ be so plenty

Animated vixens haunt, and kill him in his sleep
This pain no longer feels, just skin deep

Sad to say, and sad to be; this child lost it all, devil’s decree

Holding on as tight as possible to his darkest fantasy
He wants to be a big star, good friends with serendipity
He knows his life’s a joke and that’s okay with him
But before he dies again, this song he’ll hymn

Never is going to luck out, he’ll sooner die
A sad story topic, thought, makes him cry

Lost and losing more, each and every day
Fallen victim to, and endless inner fray

Without cause, without reason
Not knowing, not caring
He’s dying, he’s dead

Without cause, without reason
Not knowing, not caring
He’s dying, he’s dead

Without cause, without reason
Not knowing, not caring
He’s dying, he’s dead

Darkest fantasy

Nothing’s ever good, everything’s always bad
Can’t quite seem to quit, hanging on to last year’s fad
Holding on as tight as possible, to his darkest fantasy
Maybe if he really tries, losing won’t be so plenty

Holding on as tight as possible to his darkest fantasy
Losing sight, losing grip, a life of endless agony

-poet Darká