Thursday, April 1, 2010

Its like that...

One awakes into an emptiness of scorched thought
Ever shackled by the chains of desire, forged by our own grief
Bound, gagged and beaten, cast aside as tormented scrap
Forsaken lies, dumbfounded truths, weaved together through pain.

Happiness enslaved by misery, never wanting and ever gained
Misery bound by happiness, ever sought and never found
Twin truths, as fallen angels weep, pain devours
To dream is to fear, to live...to fade.

Swirling through a maze of doubt, degrading sorrow
Love and hate, jealousy and lust...a common enemy
Within the confines of self-righteous desire
A dream begins, ripped out, burned and grave.

Walking mindlessly, they come and go...ever brighter, yet just as dim
The ever ending search, the loss of ones self
Through endless rampage, bitter fury, lazy desire
Finding oneself empty, numb...yea, its like that.

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