On the greatness once promised
Infinite pages could be filled
Catch the true colors shining
Through the cracks in the filth

Clashing with reality
Your truth has come to bear
A radiant toxic grey
Beyond what words can convey

Cast away
Feel the scorching
Of the mundane
Eating away
At your piece of mind
This tainted fabric may be
Torn but should suffice

With a course so vain to seize the day
Cause the clock ticks on, life slips away
And the weight of your choices
Proves to be quite the burden

As you follow the waves of haze
through clouds of greyness
and emptiness
Where the mirage of purpose appears
beneath heckles and cheers, so

Resort to praying,
Hope is fast decaying
And there's a very good chance things won't go my way.
All the promised wonders never worked the way they should

Deafen the preachers
The vacuous creatures

Pillars of sand
Castles of rubble
Who would you ever count on
To get you out of trouble?
Sins transposed, veil untied
Glassy look in your eyes
Fear of never knowing more
Than you’ve already realized

Follow pagan idols
to the depths of the sea
Calling out for purpose
The irony of being free

Day by day deeper into bluish shade
Blackened, no contrast
Then back to grey
An ember on the surface of the moon
Is what you’re counting on to face it

And go tear the place down
To its foundation
The soil it was built on
Must be the seed of damnation

Rather be led, then like lead
drop it instead
To doggedly bow
To any other divination

Longing for the night
To escape the day
Struggling to tell whether or not
You're awake
Yet the hand that pulled the strings
All along
Was your own
And your demise is set in stone

What good is the winter
To harden one’s skin
If the summer is to be ever as cold
The body shudders uncontrolled
and the burns singe your bones blue

Chasing dreams down your pathway
Through the crossroads of the wake
don’t wallow aimless and complacent
before taking one more step

Oblivious to yourself

As was written from the onset
Your resolve proved arbitrary
Don't stumble into your own casket
Drafting your obituary

Had hoped to find the course that’s glistening
Unwanted thoughts that don’t disappear
Lingering voices rip within
Stripping the soul
An ember drowned in cold

No ash from the coal
Agony strides restless
No peace for the eyeless
Red covers the door
Bloodstains flood the floor