In the sands of time ,bury me.
in the postulates of time , abandon me.
I stand here , with my head held high , only to a doubt that self raises and never subsides.
When the right is wrong , and the wrong never existed. When the life is gone and the death never persisted.
a soulless body , heartless mind, a position less orbit in this world divine. Divinities which i fail to conquer, conspiracies which i fail to admit , beyond the realm of reality which i cease to notice. a boy this young, a girl so old , the passage of my mind leaves me no notes.
I write in disgust , i write in admiration , for what has never been seen , for what we will never discover.
Empty within empty without. a conditioning so bad leaves nothing but doubt.
the much preached lessons go haywire ,the much seen phenomenas in which I have no desire. I ask for nothing , I have nothing to give. For how empty I am , an hollow person . Why did you make it so late, did you not hear my cries before. I have nothing to say , for I a eaten now , from the demons that haunted.
They got the best of me , they got the whole of me. A soulless, lifeless entity , pretending to love , live and see. For what I claim to be the real , the claim itself sustaining on a claim.
where is the real happiness that you always subside ?
Ask for more, what when you got it all ?
What leaves you empty tonight dalring , where is that hope ?
I stand at a pedastal when I cant tell my own from not , life as meaningless as it has always been, with no mission to talk. futilities of humanity eat me from inside, not as if much was in there already to sustain and bring me to life.
I have done everything , to experience life first hand. Where are my solutions? where are my bands?
I am only looking for redemption , only looking for peace. The kinds which i donot find , maybe my search is wrong indeed.
I donot chant , I donot pray , I donot even read , something I cant justify or explain I cannot let myself lean.
I dont even want to ask for an end now , because it makes no sense. I am already dead I feel , with no spirit in my head.
I do feel strange , an urge to give up .
To what I give up I dont know , because this time its really a bug, I have nothing I feel nothing. I love nothing. I feel everything is a fake. A big bad lie , someone somewhere is making a mistake. I am not strong enough to teach you a lesson , I once felt I was . I am not weak enough to ask for sympathy either. I will just stand here and suffer , like an inanimate object , like a peice of candle , just burning on the corner of an already well lit room . Noone to notice , noone to see, dont acknowledge , because I light I bring is only good for me. I melt as I burn , I shed tears aswell, but happily , without complain I stand there and I see myself finish , into a deformed peice of wax, half of me evaporates in the process. the part that is left even I dont recognize. I stand there like a candle , on one corner of a well lit room I have the light , but it is of no good in front of the flickering electronics. A small dash of air moves my flames, threatens me to cease. I still continue like a candle in the rain. A candle in the corner of a well lit-room.
