Desperate

Desolate

I can't hear myself speaking

For these words turn to ashes in my mouth

My dreams shatter and fall

And I am lost

There is no point to this pain

These doldrums of self

Where has my inspiration gone?

Where is the man that loved life for the sake of life?

That man has staggered under the weight of responsibility

For we make it so hard to live

Our society was not made for us

To support and nurture us

It is a self cannibalizing machine

With no sense of anything but to continue

But where does that leave us

We finite earthly creations of life

Nowhere

Wandering broken and alone on this highway to death

Always surrounded by the skeletal grasping hands

Of those we trod beside

And I find I can take it no more

Today I stopped walking

I stood in silence as the decaying masses stumbled past

Questions on my tongue and disgust in my heart

Then I turned and broke away from the horde

I don't wish to play your games anymore

And so I walked away

Left behind this social dogma

And stepped into the unknown

Where anything is possible

Come find me if you want

I will be waiting here

Dreaming again