Days and Nights...

So this is my first attempt at doing something that doesn't go into any meter...
Ummm...
It's Creepy man!
I've never done something like this...
Anyway...
Would Love some harsh harsh constructive criticism.:]


There are times when I think,
when I'm sitting all alone,
That everything around me
Is a waste of blood and flesh.
And then I look around
and all i see is myself.

Sometimes I think of things to come,
These scary things that scare me so.
I feel the present is a waste of time,
For the future makes me no promises.

Then there are days and months when I,
Out of sheer desperation,
look to my past for answers due,
But all I find is sadness here, sadness there.
A hint of light; the rest is dark.

And then I see some polished steel,
A blackened tip, a scroll of wood.
My thoughts to be submitted here,
They hold some weight to some that read them,
Though to be true I do not know them.

A Brief Explanations Of A Few Lines...
Refer To Then If You Will...

||I feel the present is a waste of time,
For the future makes me no promises.||
I feel the present is waste of time because the future has nothing to look forward to. No point of a present that doesn't lead to better things...

||And then I see some polished steel,
A blackened tip, a scroll of wood.
My thoughts to be submitted here,||
I see a pen and a piece of paper.(Duh!) Here's the part a few people didn't see...
My thoughts are to be written here. Given here because i feel compelled to do so...
The above are the only lines that depict me in any way...



Yeah...
How bad is it?