Wavering Sentiments

Herein lies what is no more
To the eyes it can't be seen
Wasted time a hopeless crime
Proliferate the could have been

As circumstance feeds on prey
A victim struck by suprise
Struggle and fight to challenge that plight
But in the end it dies

Suffer no more the little head
A vigilante caught in dismay
Blinding the eyes to cover up lies
Paints the rose tinted glasses dark gray

Still a bleak dark road not ventured by man
Like a vagabond with no place to leave
To rise above fear won't happen here
For it's safter to doubt than believe

Mysterious how disillusion plays fair game
though encased by a shield of concrete
It cuts like a knife to consider the life
Of what life would be like not discrete