...Everything
looks gray like a
restless rain dance amidst despair
Most people deny the scent of
hanging corpses and walk
away from the
inconvenience of truth
and some
think of faith as a mere question
...a choice behind a thought
while the rest of us desperately
conceal the mask
in the pocket of defiance
hoping chance will never give way to
fate...

Control
where does it lead to
if absolute freedom is a path to
chaos?

Maybe I'll never know
So
I'll burn the sacrifice and eat
the ashes from what's left of the
dilemma...

...It's cold
and it's dead
lifeless
misery
Lying within a
paradox in the dark
Landslide thoughts
in a market of
funny looking people
feed the confusion until
everything fades away
Walking dreamless
toward delirium
with a half lit cigarette and
all the world's regret
to seek the answers
in a struggle to defy the
madness
Chaos
there's always reason to embrace
rage
when everything seems to fall
apart...