If pain is pleasure
Then how could life measure
what is good and what is bad,
if just the in between part is all i ever had.  
nor sorrow and yet no joy,
no  happiness for me to enjoy
i stand on  an empty road with only my soul to call my
own,
all this time i have spent anticipating the unknown.
but alas it did not arrive,
this waiting is making me wonder if i'm even alive,.
in the stillness of nowhere staring at my empty existence,

only the stars above and the ground decrease my resistance,

to one day end what life has started,
which has made me numb and unfortunately cold hearted
to finish what was hopeless from the beginning
maybe when I pass away I'll finally start winning