What dreams can life hold, but an absolute faith of humanity,
If the stars become an entity beyond our reach,
Nightmares surround our ever-waking thoughts,
For silently the Devil would creep into our virgin beds,
And seduce us with draughts of Heavens divine wine.
A thought, so incomplete, would invite evil upon our hearts,
But what innocence could be shed where corruption is bred?
For this land of desert storms gives birth to Fallen Angels,
Amongst solemn vows and blood tipped swords,
Pale hands, stained with blood, are steepled in pray,
A prayer for death and forgiveness to a god of light.

How cynical the world becomes, as ancient laws are broken,
Secret screams of agony and plight cannot motivate the unworthy,
Where the guilty are unjustly forgive for unspeakable crimes,
Crimes against the purest humanity of societies wishes,
Could there be no other alternative where the darkness meets the light?
For they are but two sides of the very same coin.

These words are paper thin, written upon garbage,
Tears stain the tablecloth of a blood red image,
Against all odds the pen continues its plight against pain,
For its agonizing words hold truth as dear to heart as elegance,
Simple yet unique, such poetry of life proves existence,
Yet slowly the paper fails to fully contain the power of the pen,
For it’s length is insufficient to what the pen has yet to say.

Such wasted thoughts sleep revels to mortal man,
During such waking hours of the day when he reflects,
Upon such dreams procured during nights endless embrace,
Could there be more satisfaction in the knowledge of chaos?
Where nothing makes sense no matter what plain of existence,
For there may be truth in dreams, or lies of untold depth,
As fantasies and nightmares wreck their vengeance upon man,
More so in life than ever could be in such unknown death.

Stories of afterward are created to appease the fearful mind,
Where dreamers and thinkers concoct mysteries and theories,
Religion binds laws to events unknown and desperately human,
What saving grace of destiny falls upon unsure Angel wings?
For truth is but a position of the mind where nothing is known,
Nothing but the mere fact that no one truly knows anything at all.

What way is such to live life, unknowing and untrusting?
It is inhumanly to accept no knowledge and to go on,
The human being creates certainties and truths, absolute laws,
They create systems of beliefs, laws, and regulations,
Unaccustomed to accepting things as they are they create lies,
Absolute lies that cannot be dismissed for there is no proof,
No proof that it either is truth or lies or that they exist at all,
For no human can read into the mind of another.

Not a single creature on this planet can do such things,
Yet the question if not if they could but if they would want to,
Sanity would become a scarcity if such occurred regularly,
Yet human nature is but to destroy, desolate and demolate,
What unsteady questions with such simplistic answers,
For no sane mortal man dares tread the bounds of pure hatred,
No sanity could ever indulge in the whims of human nature,
And by saying such it reverses the roles of insane and sane,
Making normal practices of murder and rap and rage mere human instinct.

A question arises as to where the blood-coated line should be drawn,
Where is the sane and insane sides supposed to stop?
Or are their bounds so thin, there can be no true separation,
No complete distinction of the opposing sides, like that of a coin,
Completely different yet fused permanently together,
What greater cruelty has man achieved beyond this creation?
Man has unwittingly appeased to its own ends by such a simple creation,
The coin begins to represent humanities choice of society,
Two opposing sides bound together for an eternity of endlessness.

What hope is there for man then, when all is said and done?
Is there to be joy at such a revelation or grief for the insanity?
There could be endless ways to interpret such reactions,
Yet there would be no emotional response justifiable enough,
Nothing human enough to appease society complete,
So back in full circle it seems that we have be led.