Life is no more benign than it is volatile,
We make our way everyday just forcing a smile. Love not what is lost, for thine cost is formidable. Wither not ye hope, for the yoke is yet biblical.
Even through our endeavors, never hath we ceased our efforts. We hide behind placid masks, afraid of what might happen next. Why then do we try so long, is it because of a unknowingly familiar song? Or do we crave the gratuity of others, just to satisfy our shutters. Is the throes of sanity too lucid, or is reality too lucrative. We hide ourselves behind a mask of lies, who really cares what's behind our blue eyes?
This is but a banal way to think, for even a lucrative poem such as this may be. It suffers a point that we all fail to see.
I ask you now do you see the careen or is it to painful to be serene. Life is but short, though our minds may contort. We hide ourselves from the demon within behind a mask of smiles.
This peom is more of a way to clear my head. My mind wander more the it should, it leaves me tired and world weary. I know just how unrelenting and cruel the world is. How lacking in kindness and sympathy. The game fallout had it right, "War never changes" what better way to describe life? I can rant and rave, but it will never change the loathing and self hatred I have for myself. Try as I might, there is nowhere to hide. Someday, maybe, I can forgive myself, and accept my demons. Alas today is not that day, thus I shall continue to exist, without my consent.
(Not a cry for help just getting shit out of my head, try not to read too deep. Trust me you don't want to)