A Search Beyond Truth

Nothingness

Troubled confessions,
Under the bright blue sun,
Holy and unholy,
It's all the same to me.

A deranged shadow,
I've seen Him at last.
Not an endless maze of hollow promises,
Just a being of flesh.

Morbid times,
And a half parched soul,
A search for nothingness,
Drifting through love and pain.

The voices in my head,
Screeched and clawed away the reason,
But still there persists,
A cancerous will to be.

Show me some pity,
Tell me you understand,
While I throw you to the rabid mongrels,
For letting me be myself.

The wretched, servile hound,
Roams across the damned square,
With a hurricane and a mirror,
As he looks but still can't find.

Just as I was turning the mirror,
For a brief epoch I did find,
Him, a yawning Huxley baby,
Curled, into a rabid hound.