Memories at the Black Altar's Arising

Feeling: unsatisfied
Time to wake up again, or so you hope Amongst your broken and unseen dreams That you cannot remember in the fake light of day Pray no one's there watching you, Yet there's no one you can pray to No one who will help you, no one who cares I'm so confused, as I fall into the ashes of a rotten world, burnt into hell by lies and greed, vanity, deceit, never was it to be pure Humans are not immortal, we were meant to die We were meant for nothing more than to exist So now if we believe none can kill us Well then may we assist our own genocide Running, running, faster and faster Through the tunnels since I know nothing else Scream and wait for Time, knowing I'm going next And the volume increases til I realize I'm a coward I quiet myself with nothing more to do, nothing more to say, nothing more to think... Memories that aren't real anymore, but yet they never were, all my mortal being was...was just something absurd... Time stops for this, and if it could feel like in my dream, It'd stop and blink at the sight of me there Upon the ground, eternity's grasp there upon that one second, As I reminisce of a past wasted away in chains that I never had the courage to free myself from.... What is this that floats farther away from me everyday? As I grow more into one of them, Into something I hate, that I want to resist But never do... I know better than this, yet I've never been taught that sense... or have I... Everything I conjure in my head is better than this that I've seen... Why can I not pass on beyond the chains of this human body.... Why can I know nothing of the past to help change the future.... ....why do I feel so damned?
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