Won't let fatigue hold me back
Beckoned by the void
It pleads for me to quench its thirst
For all that it's destroyed
In times like this
I often wonder what the future holds
What fate has for me in its coffers
What existence has to offer
So much energy to exhaust
With whom do I confide?
The shadows my only companion
Only from myself can I hide
When one learns to embrace pain
the nature of reality is exposed
we're not here for pleasure
but to overcome our foes
i miss when things were simple
all that mattered was our bliss
when all would melt away
at the touch of a kiss
now everything is hazy
sweet truth is masked and shackled
all my thoughts dictated
by the howl of the jackel
do i still have it in me?
inky blackness or a flicker?
unable to see straight
not from a drop of liquor
casualties of belief
tainted thoughts provide no relief
tryin to turn over a new leaf but held back by grief
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Reaching with all my might,
My goal I cannot attain.
So close and yet so far,
Trapped in a hellish domain.
Everywhere I look I see the illusioned.
Preoccupied with delusion, reality exempt,
Chasing false dreams but only catching contempt.
Moonlight illuminates.
Recesses offer no consolation,
Getting tackled by undertakings.
Dreams on balanced beams leave screams when they're breaking,
Lost all aspirations,
To reach the top of the spire,
Within a shell hides a liar,
Just a spark left from the fire.
Pursuing blind fates,
My mindstates trapped behind gates,
Sick of psychotic society
All they produce is refined hate.
My goal I cannot attain.
So close and yet so far,
Trapped in a hellish domain.
Everywhere I look I see the illusioned.
Preoccupied with delusion, reality exempt,
Chasing false dreams but only catching contempt.
Moonlight illuminates.
Recesses offer no consolation,
Getting tackled by undertakings.
Dreams on balanced beams leave screams when they're breaking,
Lost all aspirations,
To reach the top of the spire,
Within a shell hides a liar,
Just a spark left from the fire.
Pursuing blind fates,
My mindstates trapped behind gates,
Sick of psychotic society
All they produce is refined hate.
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