Useless

Useless
It’s twelve o’clock and all asleep, yet here I am again.
My eyes now burn and all I here is scratching of the pen.
Alone I am, to no surprise, I make me what I am.
Alone I’ll stay, my own demise, and no one gives a damn.

Vibrant once, I was the sun, my glory soon forgotten.
And all I had, and thought a wanted suddenly was rotten.
Though timeless I did think it was, a laugh shadowed my heart.
For now I’m nothing but a joke, life’s sting a poison dart.

When I look back at what I did, I wonder what went wrong.
My hope was but a flaming tune, and burnt me with its song.
If it was right, it turned on me, and changed what I once knew.
I can’t make one decision that will stay forever true.

If misery’s an unwed bride, then I’m its shameful wooer.
Captivated by our likeness and her familiar lure.
So should I cry for my bad fortune, heaven knows I want to.
Or should I fly and leave this place, though I would surely lose you.

It may be fair to save you now, and go out on my own.
And leave no trail for blessed hearts, my whereabouts unknown.
Upset you’d be, and I’d be glad to see that you did love me.
But you must stay for you are great and I’m a fallacy.

My useless existence I can’t end, my fear protects my life.
And that too cuts my soul apart, the coward’s sharpened knife.
I’ll sit alone and over you, and I’ll remember when.
And I’ll hope you’re really lucky, and don’t see me again.