Listening to: 3 Doors Down - Going Down in Flames
Feeling: abandoned
Nearly afternoon
Wake up, eyes look at the ceiling,
Break out, then look everywhere
Something's incorrect, it "works"
Though discording all the way
Living and accepting the system
While complaining as if one
Overcomes its pull; regardless,
Let it take the reigns, and
You've went back to sleep
You pretend to branch out
But hold to your convictions
So afraid to let new waves release
The soul from the body
Neither existing, if one lets go
The more concrete, the more transient
So why does emotion arise
Do I ascend by flying
Or fall by running?
What do I seek to abandon:
Finite fiction, in the round
That can be escaped
Or infinite pain, loneliness
That nests inside and never leaves?...
Or perhaps it shall yet, for here
Even the immortal are sentenced to death
As the mortal who worship.
The contradiction makes sense and is senseless
As my brain breathes its weaving truth and falsity.
What was right seems wrong
And wrong seems right, now that I tread
On the path that few dare, dreading
The loss of finite security
Woven in infinite lies.
(Is the seeming true?)
Why lose ourselves
To these ornate gestations
Most shameful in that
We paint them with our own blood
That has failed to serve sincerity since childhood.
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