Questions
By Dominicus


I am losing control of my very soul.

My hand trembles before my very eyes.

Am I going to die tonight?

Am I a coward? Am I a Monster?

If only I knew who I'm suppose to be.

So I wouldn't feel so lost, at any cost.

My destiny? My truth? What are they?

Why do I live? Why am I here?

I am losing control of my very soul, and it's all my fault.

But why? Why do I feel this way? As if my body will blow up.

Blow up and reveal something dark inside.

I am no Hero, I am the villain.

As much as I want to believe.. In the story of my own life.

Why, Why can't I be the strong hero.

Why can't I solve everything that is wrong. Why do I create problems?

Why can't I make others believe what I know? Before it's to late.

I'm just as bad aren't I? I need to save myself from the unknown.

Why does it matter to me so? why can't I be content?

Why can't I just be me and why do I have to keep going.

I don't want the spotlight and I don't want the pity.

I just want to do right and to destroy the wrong.

Maybe that's what's wrong with me...

Because nobody knows what's right and wrong.

We are all mysteries to be solved.

But who is suppose to solve us?