Dark Matter
The lack of inspiration
Within this land of desolation
Gives new hope
Gives a new sense of life
To
My
Withered
Mind
I love you
But I don’t know you
Nor do I have any desire to
It is not a rip on you
I’m not quite a misanthrope
But I still would rather be away from you all
Because insidious entities
Have possessed the human race
I will never be conventional
I will never meet anybody’s expectations
Have I been living dead?
Am I the one I scold?
The answer is most certainly yes
But there is no way to alter the past
Only the present moment can be changed
Even if you are deranged
I am the accumulation
of far too many wasted breaths
Too many days gone bad.
This does not define me
And neither will you.
I am a killer inside
Who would not harm a fly
Why?
The realization that life could be my lucid dream
The reality is it never will
I shut myself down every day
I am addicted to self-sabotage
I couldn’t tell you why
It’s just the way my brain is wired
The more important question is
Why is this all about me?
I mean really? Who gives a fuck?
Nobody but you
Nobody but me
I feel like I died long ago
Existence is not wretched nor is it exquisite.
I just am
I am an infinite being
That has become trapped in its own shell
That it created for itself
Life
An ephemeral experience
What an amazing illusion
Delusion
Confusion
Death
There is more than a single polarity
There are several shades of anger
But an endless supply of love
Yet in the end isn’t it all meaningless anyway?
All for nothing
No!
I can’t believe this
I must survive
After I pass through the vortex
That leads to a vastly different dimension
There are many different worlds
All seemingly contained in one
But no one shares the exact same reality
No two people have precisely the same vision
What does any of it mean
Every snowflake has a unique design
Even those within the groupthink
Have a voice inside that they are hiding from you
I can’t continue without an outlet
A catharsis of sorts
I put my rage in a bottle
But the bottle I must shatter
Dark Matter