Forever amused by the silence,
Forever alive in my loneliness.
Forever seeking for the unanswered,
Forever meaning to find closure.
Troubled by the verve of anarchy,
Distant from the entrapment of muses.
Holding on to the lone string of hope,
Finding a way to end this penury.
Bludgeoned by the shallowness of the world,
Crucified by memories, unmentionable.
Dictated by the terms of an authority unknown,
Oh fallen grace, crawling in the muck.
An establishment of malicious fallacy and lies,
An existence of materialistic madness.
Me and you, merely blind puppets,
Strung up one instant, cut short the next.