It springs forth in the aftermath,
A raw desire, a burning fire.
Decomposed faith, resurrected to face the ire.
It gnaws away at my insides,
The moment I arise.
A million dreams never realized, and yet still you see the lies
And do nothing but sympathize,
With the afflicted, and the wicked,
Fantasy addicted, conflicted, and restricted
From volition, a disposition towards ambition,
You face fiction, a modern day, crucifixion.
Time starts now, don't forget forever ends
Face the evidence, you clutch to remnants.
Hoping that relief is heaven sent from Neverland
Monday, November 3, 2008
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