World of the Unknown

I wrote this one day when I was kind of sad and lost because I didn't know what the caanadian h-e-double-hockey-sticks to do or where the heck to go.

I'm slipping into the world of the unknown

I have to face it's wrath all alone

For I have no place to call my home

I have to walk down blind roads

In this world of the unknown

I have to be strong to face it's wrath

Because in this world, the weak aren't built to last

These monsters that are blocking my path

Are called Lie, Misery, and Fear

They ruin the happy memories that I hold dear

They blind my eyes

With their dirty rags

Yet force me to keep moving on

In this world for the blinded

I'm slipping into the world of the unknown

And I have no place to call my home