Despair

The day comes to an end
And time, seems to stand still,
What does my heart seek or pretend
How can I, my soul fullfil.

There is a gap in between
Working hours and dawn
When despair takes over the scene
knowing exactly how to perform.

In this stage, and with no guardian
I am driven like a puppet
In a state of absent minded
That always leaves me upset.

Where I loose the will of living,
That seems to vanish up in the air
And in my heart, a feeling
Of great despair.