Lost

Every time I stare into the mirror I see nothing
I see my blank face and empty stare
I see my bloodstained hands
and I see the boy who has lost his way

When I look back
I see death and lies
lost honor and broken promises
lost beloveds and abandoned dreams

When I look forward I see
empty oaths and loving lies
abandoned friends and forgotten enemies
the lost threads of hope

I look at myself again
I see friends who wont care enough
to let me take out the trash
And find my own way

This is one of my early works, please tell me how you think i wrote early on.

By brother in darkness

What do the stories I have to tell you matter. You might read them, but I doubt you will. Even if you do, I will tell them to teach a lesson other than the one you would get. So I'll make it short how I feel, almost all of the good in this world is dead, turned to ashes by people. The only things that have not died out yet are love and pain, live for these two things and your life will be filled with pleasure. Live for all of the things you could hope for in Utopia and everyone will laugh on your grave. Read my works or do not, it is none of my concern, I write these for me, and I post them in the hope that one more person will see daylight and regognize the futility of existence.