Only a dream, yet more realistic than reality
as if all along I knew your true intent subconsciously
a message? a sign?
from beyond or the depths of my own mind?
when nothingness becomes the bane of my existence
when promises are the swords that yield me defenseless
I must crawl on through the fallout, fight in the aftermath
cling to comfort in a fox hole full of blood
pray forgiveness while vengeance is on the run
how could I have been so naive?
I suppose sometimes knowledge may mislead
or perhaps just not concede with what proves prone to occur
as I stumble on bones of hopeful souls who fell, unsure,
or wary of where to go
it seems clear, disturbingly clear to see
this plague you have cursed upon them, upon me
No fortuneteller could foresee,
nor would for any price offered by humanity
this beautiful oasis within a mirage
welcomed with hunger into desperate arms
but the poison you feed, the monstrous lies you breed
can only end in destruction
lest the source of all evil be rendered powerless
as love serves its ultimate function
