Here we stand looking beyond the visages of feigned hope.
Outline our fears
A system of apologies for a path that will never be clear
Our eyes set upon definition:
What does it mean to exist?
The spaces that define what we mean noumenal and phenomenal realms
Lost in the gap in between where we
Justify an existence, self-perpetuated persistence
And now we stand, firmly planted on a bed of sand,
Counting the days that we spend turning the pages
In a discontinuous mass of lines and phrases
Alpha and Omega,
Beginning to end, we search on without a guide
Defining the shadows that reside in the mind of the Architect
Self-delusions crafting illusions that
Creates a kaleidoscope of indiscernible forms
This void fills our chests,
We burn out, the unrelenting spark of an idea
The stale taste of sulfur filling our final breath.
Heaving as we actualize our existence
And this corporeal plague of paradoxes boils up on my skin,
The tormenting lament of this cauldron of doubt.