A masterpiece,
perfectly carved,
perfectly wired.
Then came mankind.
who ruins and pollutes each surface.
I've hated each and every inch of my being,
of what I've done,
and what I can't change.
So what makes you think
that your words and actions,
will make me break,
with the things I've known,
of the things I hate.
And in the midst of it,
there always comes a gift,
a breathtaking beauty,
one that coaxes,
and shows,
that it may not be all that it is.
And I don't know why,
why,
to such extent,
that such a gift,
bestowed onto one like me.
In being human,
with desires and temptation,
there's no telling of the lengths we go,
of where we'd reach,
of the distance we fall,
deeper and deeper.
The days that pass,
the time that flies,
the night that crumbles,
if given a choice,
I wouldn't live it all.
In that state of delusion,
with darkness that hazes my sight,
creating such a mythical illusion,
teasing and beckoning.
Enveloped in that cloud,
we live,
as though tomorrow doesn't exist,
like death is naught but a a century later.
Nothing matters,
in the way we fight,
in the way we watch,
in the way we live.
We tell ourselves,
it's all gonna work out,
that pain is constant,
that there's no reprieve,
no acceptance from they who surround us,
yet,
is that essential?
From they,
who just like us,
bleed and ache,
all the same.
And still we want it all,
everything that feels good,
that makes us alive in our skin,
and in sight,
lose the point of living entirely.