Whatever that might be I doubt I will ever know
They say many things
They say what they want to say
To make themselves that much higher in the scheme of things
It really doesn’t matter any more
Who cares for the words of those that will rot alone beside those they cast down?
They are mine to destroy
I find it bitter to the taste this feeling of loss when no feeling pushes its way through my soul to change they way I think
My touch is like that unto the Black Death
The most perfect flower created by God himself
Would wither and die at my very touch
That comes with the touch of one so negative as I
I died once…. Maybe twice
I never got the hint I guess
The dead stay dead
At least those that are happy to remain as such
I died many years ago
Many times ago
Only now do I wake and realize the foolishness of my quest for the perfect life
It no longer exists to me
It died long before I was born I do believe
So I am told
So I heard
Do you believe everything you hear?
Told by lips so sharp they could cut the deepest wound for my soul to bleed from
Yet if I am dead how could my soul bleed?
A constant turmoil of what if?
And what about that time?
It matters not any more
I am gone to those that thought they had a chance to delve into the mind of a man that doesn’t even know the mind he owns
You cannot be the Shepard to the sheep lost in the darkness of a mind so dark
Rocks before your path cause your stumble,
The grail never in sight, so bright it is
Surly it would shine in darkness such as this?
The grail is, as man would never understand within himself
The man himself told it to them
It was never a dirty cup wrapped in cloth under the floor of some forgotten church
The only forgotten church is your heart
And now mine lays crushed under the foot of the man whom owns it
So foolish to think that life could carry on without the vital organ needed to pump the blood of Christ
The blood of the father
The father of the bastard child
The bloody virgins
The oh so foolish believers of a God that matters not
He matters not because he cares not
The ants to crush are we
The ants beneath the feet of God
People that care little for the life of there own kind
Killing without care
Loving until it suits them
Distaste I have for our kind
We are the only animals on the planet that act like a disease
Constantly destroying everything around it in order to survive
How pathetic we are
How high we have put ourselves upon the pedestal of life
Waiting for the fall
I wish I would be alive for the time that it comes to watch man fall upon the hard understanding ground
The true life we have all come to ignore
We know nothing
We understand everything
So foolish we are
So pathetic when you sit back and think about it all
Sit back in your favorite bar swilling beer after beer
Watching your sports
The gladiators of the new age
Just with more drugs in their bodies
So foolish are we
I repeat myself I know
How could I not?
We repeat ourselves every day
With every war
Every child born from parents too young to understand just what it is they are holding in their stupid ignorant arms
The time for love lost is gone
It no longer exists
We killed it
Along with all the other animals in this world we once looked at in awe
“Oh so beautiful!….. Now lets kill it!”
Have we sunken so low now?
Is there an escape plan for mankind?
Or is this it?
Did you decide one day that hell was over rated?
Did you think as you gazed down at those that should be suffering and realized As they were relaxing by deep blue pools with servants handing them mixed cocktails that something had gone very wrong?
Did you change your mind knowing it was time to move hell?
I think you did
I think you looked down at us
As pathetic as we are
You looked down and decided just where to put Hell
We were living it anyway……. right?
If it ain’t broke why fix it?
Isn’t that how the saying goes?
We created Hell
We are in it now
Only the foolish and the good at heart think we have a chance
Or am I the foolish?
Am I the leader of the group that stumbles through the darkness?
Forever looking for the thing I lost
Forever searching until one day I can no longer remember just what I was looking for?
Looking back several times trying to remember
The true hell
The true hell we have created
The saddest thing is
Lucifer is nowhere in sight