overburdened,
unfamiliar burning sensations
are causing through my face
a thousand ideas fall apart
in this corrosion of thoughts.
-and left in the wake of this stifling famine
I would silently ask myself;
how does one continue to wear the contures of joy
through such harsh conditions;
when the sun is giving up
and all motivation dissolves in ultimate doom?
How does one see inspiration;
when the vital rays of life have blackened for good,
and the sobriety is forcing your knees into the dirt?
how does one fuel the fire;
when the last pyre has weakended and withered
and the last feeble wishes inside
are burning out aswell?
how does one speak;
when the only words sought are silent
and those fluttered are of despise and hate,
how,
when your prayers are but meaningless howls?
how do I overcome?
when my every step becomes a mountain to climb,
and every second is an aeon passing by?
I ask myself this as i carry on
and yet-
I laugh, oh how i laugh.
this is indeed,
the arrival of defeat.
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