Why can't we be much more?
Why can't we be anything at all?
Why can't there be a "we"?
An us;
A dream
All lies.
Playing tricks on my memory
As I fade away, please do remember me
Your face was bright, so shimmering
Your eyes alight, lost confidence.
Started so good, became an obsession
An unhealthy habit, you were an addiction
But eventually I realized, you're a delusion
None of it was real, my sacred illusion.
My wall of comfort shatters before me
Exposed to the world, it's almost like a dream
But you lose consciousness, in my moment of misery
I made a fool of myself, you were my source of ecstasy.
I try to push forward, but he blocks my entry
Who is it that you really seek? Why can't you tell me?
He doesn't know the truth, I feel rather empty
Confusion fills my head, his words hurt me.
I become numb, back to safety
I don't like feelings, they're very risky
Blissful death, can't you come visit me?
From this world, only you can free me.
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Poems Of A Nihilist
PoetryAmateurish Poems I write from time to time. [Everything's written by me unless stated otherwise.] These poems are mostly related to events currently unfolding in my life and almost always have a double meaning to them. Or do they?
