A hundred wasted lifetimes
A thousand broken dreams
Countless shouts of triumph
Rage apart at ill-stitched seams
Hands which reach for glory
Fall to dust an inch away
Towers of humanity
Crumble as they sway
Tapestries of vanities
And falsely stated niceties
Only set the mind at ease
While silently they breed disease
And thus will further weaken
Your vaguely-wrought construction
Until you're lies must deepen
Cocealing your destruction
Yet, still it flows, and no one knows
If it's lies or truth that goes
Cascading through the undertows
That drag you down between the rows
Of everything that could have been
Instead of what it's come to be
When even truths are now pretend
And trying is insanity
Yet, here we are, inside this lie
Which buries you, and still you try
To raise your tower to the sky
While even angels stop to cry
At such a shadowed, weakened soul
Crying out to be set free
Never heard, and locked inside
Your tower of humanity
Feb 20, 2014
Feb 20, 2014 at 4:18 PM UTC
A hundred wasted lifetimes
A thousand broken dreams
Countless shouts of triumph
Rage apart at ill-stitched seams
Hands which reach for glory
Fall to dust an inch away
Towers of humanity
Crumble as they sway
Tapestries of vanities
And falsely stated niceties
Only set the mind at ease
While silently they breed disease
And thus will further weaken
Your vaguely-wrought construction
Until you're lies must deepen
Cocealing your destruction
Yet, still it flows, and no one knows
If it's lies or truth that goes
Cascading through the undertows
That drag you down between the rows
Of everything that could have been
Instead of what it's come to be
When even truths are now pretend
And trying is insanity
Yet, here we are, inside this lie
Which buries you, and still you try
To raise your tower to the sky
While even angels stop to cry
At such a shadowed, weakened soul
Crying out to be set free
Never heard, and locked inside
Your tower of humanity
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