Wasted Time

 
In the darkness of evil
Ride the thought of lust
A frightening addiction
Onward they march
To a phallic end

 
To fulfill an empty void
Their moments are lost
As are their souls
No hope of the love they seek
An endless search

 
Grasping at a moment of joy
Endless torment
Seeking the unattainable dream
Sad is the hunt
Never finding the end

 
Unfortunate are they
That is their truth
Trouble minds
Lost not knowing
Desperately capturing a moment

 
Truth is not theirs to be found
Travelers are many
Shattered dreams
Hope vanishes
As does the moment