Poetic Tragedy

The cup is not half empty as pessimists say

As far as he's sees, nothing's left in the cup

A whole cup full of nothing for him to indulge

Since the voice of ambition has long since been shut up

A singer, a writer, he's not dreaming now of going nowhere

He gave heed to nothing, and all that he was....

Is just a tragedy

So he voyages in circles

Succeeds getting nowhere

And submits to the substance

That first got him there,

there, THERE!

violent, frustration, he cries out to God or just no one

Is there a point to this madness? and all that he was....

Is just a trAGETRY!(Screams at the last half)

He feels alone

His heart in his hand

He's alone

He feels alone

I feel....

Then on that last day he breaks

he stood tall

And he yelled, and he yelled...

WHY?!(violent frustration)

WORLD?!(he cries out to God or just no one)

WHY WORLD?!

HATE!(There a pioont ot this madness?)

YOU!

HATE YOU!

BYE WORLD!(Cause all that he was)

is just a tragedy