Slipping Into Oblivion

As we all stand right here
Waiting for the beginning,
I must ask to make things clear;
This is the question we all do fear:
To what exactly are we clinging?

We’re slipping slowly
To our black demise,
Searching for what once was holy.
Tell me now, what was the folly
That made me despise these eyes?

As you walk to and fro
Searching for the answer,
Others will look on with woe
As if they themselves have nothing to owe
The reason for death’s dancer.

You’re blinded from the truth,
You think it’s not your fault.
You were deceived in youth
To believe there was some ruth
Hidden in the world’s assault.

Tell me now, do you not think
That we’re falling from the clouds,
Simply because we’re on the brink
Of something we’ll lose when we blink
Even when we’re in crowds?

This black dark feeling kept inside
Of this heart that you’ve disowned;
Don’t you know that behind the pride,
All these things you attempt to hide
Are leading you farther away from home?

You blame the things around you,
Hoping all will fall in place.
And yet you continue to pursue
The one thing you wish you hadn’t threw,
The thing you should have embraced.

The fading light from within
Still trying to flicker bravely on,
As all wish for what once had been;
To run away from the ebony sins
That simply won’t be gone.

What are we truly searching for
That we must live on in spite?
Perhaps gold and riches galore,
Someone to whom you can adore,
To search for someone right?

If only we could look and see
The beauty all around us;
The special one that we seek,
The riches for which we must plea,
Can be found nearby and don’t have to be the finest.

Can you not just grasp
The little things that you have?
To hold onto and clasp,
To not let it surpass:
The little things that make us laugh?

The little things that make us smile,
That let slip away the fear.
That make us want to stay awhile,
They truly are worthwhile -
Those things that aren’t always as they appear.

We are the reason for the falling of this age.
Will you continue to stand by?
To watch us all fade away?
To watch the anger set the stage
That cause us all to cry?

Will we continue to slip and fade,
And watch ourselves stab within?
And let us not receive the thing for which we’ve prayed?
Will we not instead give aid
And stop ourselves from slipping into oblivion?