Welcome To My World

There is a solemn whisper Of distant, fading memories Which haunts the path of my past A shadow of lies and failures Engulfs the path lay behind me Casting me into a darkened present The path, now wrought with confusion Splinters into a plethora of crossroads Each of which I fear and dread But all these paths grow dim As the shadow consumes my present And bathes me in it’s growing darkness In turn the hollow roots of the shadow Seep into the cascade of paths before me Leaving my future decimated forevermore But a new sense of sight was born When His light shone upon me Casting the barriers of shadow away The past memories have been gifted to me The ground I stand on has new meaning And the path before me has never been clearer Lucifer’s light now sheperds me On a narrow and righteous path That brightens with each step I take

A captive in these walls, longing eternally for the open halls. From where I danced along the outstretch, To where I stay captive, as a tainted wretch. A prisoner in these four walls. All alone I will crumble away, witnessing the degradation day after day. From my aching body, to the dents on the door, from my constant beatings, to the blood on the floor. A broken man in these four walls. I look around to see my mind’s eye opening, escapism from the longing and hoping. The glee from my jump to mania, I feel like I am in Fantasia. A happy man in these four walls. The haunting realism struck so strong, I just wonder where it went so wrong. Depression’s cold bullet hit me hard, ripping apart what hope I tried to guard. A woeful soul in these four walls. I had lost so much to just “lose it”, the crazy loser in an aggressive fit. The orderly will end me swiftly, how now they are so giftly! A manic monster in these four walls. Leaping towards my final chapter, reflecting on the before, instead of the after. From losing faith, to losing myself, to losing it all, the end shall strike down, from where it stood tall, to the dying man, in these four walls.

This is a constant reminder of a life in solemn stasis. Technology deceives me, it shows a world that loves to change. But I know better, that innovation is an abstract concept. It’s a perfect madness we live with, where we believe are dreams make some significant difference. This existence is a farce, a tragic comedy to be sure. I spit on society’s progress and view it as a sick lie. We make no leaps, no bounds. Humanity can only be content with repeating the same mistakes from our inglorious history. Electing a two-faced leadership, following their inane rules. Sleepwalking into stupidity, we tear at each other like beasts, polarized by rehearsed conflicts. To me at the very least, Innovation rests in silence. The true peace we all crave rests in total non-participation. This same overall message applies to many scenarios to counter opposing standpoints. In truth, none of this matters. We will all perish and rot before our problems are ever solved. Think me the madman, for I care not. I merely refuse to partake in the same bloody battles on “vastly” different grounds.

Mind, body, soul, one Laugh, love, pleasure, fun Restoration, just come undone Surrender to spirit, you have won

Separate beauty from tragedy like it is the bed where your lover lies sleeping realize you have been born many times, and have died many times stare into the setting sun dipping into the unreachable horizon  and let it set fire to yesterday