Baskadia

Sometimes i wonder why i cannot stick to doing ordinary stuff like everyone else

Why do i always have to chase the extra like i owe a debt to something bigger than myself

Even when the reality on the eve of what is promised makes me wish for today to be my last

I lay groaning in pain bruised from the weight of ambitions that pledge me little gain, smiling

Because even here in what seems to be hell, i can hear angels whispering sweet promises

Or maybe im being seduced by sirens eager to devour what's left of all that's good in me

I will never know, till tomorrow is yesterday and i am finally able to look back at my future