No Aim

This is a poem written by me, in my college days, pretty amateurish or abstract... whatever...

BLACK ROSES AND DARK WATERS,

I CANNOT FATHOM
WILL I SURVIVE THESE TORTURES.

SUNKEN HOPES AND A HEAVY HEAD,
AM I ALIVE OR BRAIN DEAD.

DON'T KNOW WHY I'M HERE,
OR WHAT I HAVE TO DO.

MY MINDS NOT CLEAR,
I'M ALL BLUE.

COLD WINDS AND RED SKIES,

I DON'T UNDERSTAND,
ARE THEY FINE, OR FOR MY DEMISE.

WILD THOUGHTS IN MY HEAD,
WITH NO AIM, I'M I GONNA BE DEAD.

WHY HAVE I WRITTEN THIS AIMLESS POEM,
TRYING TO MAKE THINGS RHYME.

DON'T KNOW, MAYBE JUST TO KILL TIME.