Wreckages of the past
Eternally damned to repeat it.
Exploded views incinerated by the electricity of truth
Pierced by the arrow of time keeping everything from happening at once
While the tombstone is still blank, the chisel is already poised.
Distraction and temporary relief running through the bottomless vessel of inherited emptiness
Trite maxims of unconscious discontent encased in flesh to become universal law
Amending the inner coordinate in a pathless world of self-imposed unawareness
Inner knowing the only compass
Too deep a whole in a constant state of lack making greater things decay
Going blind scanning the horizon for answers to attenuate the pain
Sight without vision
Perpetual desire sets the foundation of a nadir that time does not enter
Endless loop of fleeting phenomena clamouring and interfering
Mental suffering devoured by spiritual poison
The bitter antidote is physical pain
Nature's agent for inspiring change
Never failing and always wearing the colour of the spirit
Providing exceptions to every rule
The hedonic treadmill perpetrating inherent sacrifice
Endless loop and throwback to agonic states
Every decision an inherent sacrifice
Ah, the macabre tinsel of sentiment
The circus of it all . . .
Always packing up and moving away.