• I've got an alabaster soul, hope the sun won't rain too hard on me,

    Can't shake the mold, unfortunate son finds breaks in life aren't free,

    Only the hard way to lead, that other path is justified as illusion,

    Greed confused as need, painful flashes bask in their intrusion,

    I am just too weak minded to play in the games of hope

    Every day that passes by, realizing I've pulled a bit less rope

    Cannot stop this motion
    Mental wall erosion
    Clawing without fail
    Face is worn and pale
    No gain on earth is free
    I am going to bury me
    NOW

    Dreams.....

    They are just images in your mind, you know? That doesn't make them real. Dreaming about something has almost no affect on reality. But, what is real? That is an amazing question. One that has no definite answer if you
    Think about it...
    (Worlds change)
    Thi k ab ut it...
    (And as worlds change)
    T in ab ut i
    (So do souls)
    n b t
    (Change)
    THINK

    Think, don't act, don't act upon the screams you hear, at night while you're alone with fear

    Sulk within your current queries, half a** plans and crackpot theories

    Sort out the world within your brain, escape alive from chapel stain

    Collective conscious information running wild without due repletion

    Rationalize the present tense
    Understand you're making sense
    Unearth what is beyond the seal
    And perhaps one day you'll learn to heal

    TRUTH

    What is the truth? Some universal law set in celestial stone? I think not. TRUTH is simply LIE. A lie that most people believe. Enter religion. The ultimate set of lies manifested and interpreted by the masses as divine fact. Seeming so pure and natural, sure. But, they all ask you to do the one thing you shouldn't...

    BELIEVE

    Stop believing these false destinies they preach, protect yourself from this stereotypical mental mutilation, diluted cremation of logical thoughts and of goals you have sought. Precious pragmatic polish rolling away at the speed of your hopes augmented by ropes, same as the ones from when you were young and chasing the dreams on what always would seem like the linings of clouds hidden in shrouds from the utopia off in the foreground, never to be found, because utopias aren't here, no more than your fear, born from pure desire, guess what? truth's for hire, ask all the clergymen who said they would be your friend, but LIE to get your gold, there's no such thing as a soul. Stop believing in any of this, this DREAM gone amiss, do what you feel, nothing is real...

    REAL

    What is real? Is anything real? or is it all a DREAM? Can TRUTH exist in a sea of LIES? What will I find behind death's door? Maybe just maybe. If I can THINK this through. I can solve the puzzle and find what is true. No... I forgot. I am...

    Worthless
    Dreamless
    Mindless
    Hopeless

    In this

    Swirling
    Burning
    Dying
    Chasm

    So, I've come full circle in the delusion of existing
    Yet, nothing is better than a perceptive clearing

    Depressed, empty handed with no answers
    I'll have to bank on necromancers
    To resurrect me from my shallow grave
    A corpse is left of all the effort I gave
    They'll raise me up
    And feed me their TRUTH
    But, it is no use.
    I'd take eternal death over this dream...