The Pendulum/sorrow

I drink...too much.
Highly addicted,
To thinking and such.

Cold...to the touch;
Rendering my weaknesses,
And coming undone...

Sorrow is all that tommorrow will show,
The world may be ending,
But we'll never know.

The pace of the pendulum,
Swinging so slow;
It takes time to save time,
It takes time to grow.t,


Said I would I'd never,.
Say goodbye
But I'll keep breathing,
Until I am dead inside.

No way, no end,
In my sights,
As I'm leaving,
Hang your head and cry...

I stink, at trust,
Horibbly, unfortunately,
Lack ability to love.

The cold, leads to lus
Surrendering, your bending to the
Whims of a lush

Would it change your mind,
If I could give it all away?
Change the way you feel for me?
Would the world be better off,
Without my stay?
How can you help me to see.....?