RetardedBooster

december, the month where death stalks in a corner, waiting, for the time to take a mans life; ending, all his hopes and dreams, no matter what it seems, reality isnt a dream; dead, all thats left is the silence around, the frozen ground, the last ounce of breath; cold, the shivering bodys of haunting past, and all thats left, is knowing that you'll be last

as i stared to the other side, it stared back, as i waved in front, it waved back, as i looked upon its blood shot eyes, as i felt the warmth of its breathe, i said hello, no response. i said bye, no response. i said why? i screamed why... no response. as i stared into its eyes, as i thought of many lies, as i spoke of forsaken words ..... no response. why must you toy with me? i yelled why must you lie to me? i asked why must you hurt me? i screamed no response. as i look upon the other side while i ponder about my life as i speak of my sins finishing my confessions i asked god himself about my work a empty response

its just another day, waiting for another minute to past. its just another day, waiting for another minute to past. nothing has changed today, its the same as yesterday. well, cept yesterday was yesterday, and today, its still the same. why is it that my life is so boring? nothing ever intresting happens, i spend all day long just sitting, nothing sticks in my head, whats the big deal about learning, i try and try and try... nothing seems to be working, is it because of my mind? whenever i try to learn something, the teacher just changes subject, buddy, i didnt even understand that, oh, the test is on thursday. is it b

as i stare into the empty void of a so called face, i tremble as i see what lies before me. nither man nor beast, god nor devil angel nor demon a fragment of my imagination is able to conjour up such a thing. thing, even that does not describe it. what needs to be done, must be done for the future that has been presented to me, i fear, i cowar, i.......

pain; the pain? screams.. voices? fear; all around me, i try to run, i fall, i bleed, i cry... no reply, no response, i am scared... fear; i am terrified, a coward? mabye, possibly... pain; its not stopping, its still hurting, why is it hurting? why isnt... the blood... the bleeding... why isnt it stopping? blood; so rich in colour, so rich in meaning, so.... bloody... so.... bloody...

as i dream, what do i see? your smile, those eyes, burning inside me. as i dream, what do i see? your face, your lips, you are god's gift. as im lying awake in this clouded mind, searching, walking on this crooked line.

as i dream, what do i see? i fear, its here, its here the demon that haunts my sleep, its deep, too deep, the depth of my mind, im scared, its here i see it, i feel it comming near nearer and nearer its not stopping why isnt it stopping? the air, no air, i cant breathe, breathe i cant why cant i breathe? as i dream, what do i see? i fear, its here, its here...

sitting, watching the sunrise waiting for the hand to take me away to free me from this cage, this cage of freedom. why might one want to? to be free, to be locked without chains, to be watched when isolated, to be free, to be lost? to have no sense of direction, to have no sight of a path, having legs without a purpose. a breathe with no air, a chair with no seat, a freedom in a cage, a path blocked by walls, waiting, for the hand to set me free, to set me free from this place, this place of paradise, this place of dreams, this place with no sunrise.

A desert road. A body lies on the road.  SAM is sitting on it.  It is his corpse.  He gets up.  Looks at the body, and looks at himself.  He feels himself for fat.  He goes stage LEFT.  As he reaches the end, he stops.  He then goes stage RIGHT.   He stops.  He looks out toward the audience.  He goes upstage.  He goes downstage.  Finally, he glumly takes a seat on his body again and sighs heavily with his chin in both hands, elbows on his knees.  He stares at the ground and takes no notice of his surroundings. Enter CHARON,  stage RIGHT.  He is wearing simple brown robes and a walking staff.  Middle-aged and balding.  He drags his feet, hun