Here On Earth

October 1st, 2006

The loss of God results in the loss of self,
I feel like a book about to fall off the shelf.
Tiny little fingers trying to pick me up by a page.
They tear me from my binding, which sets me in a rage.
I miss the days of absolutely nothing to do,
I feel so empty... like nothing is new.
Where are the flying cars?
Where are the colonies on Mars?
Where are the Gods who rule this pathetic planet?
Why don't they show their faces, or are they not proud of it?
I listened for 18 years to the teachings of a man,
I have studied the religions of a thousand lands.
All of them are the same, except for their names.
All of them are a game, isn't it a crying shame?
Children laughing at the nothingness of life,
Little do they know the pressures and the strife.
I'd rather be dreaming, than living tonight,
I'd rather be dead, than continue this fight.
I'd rather be in hell, than here on Earth,
I'd rather be forgotten, than lack self-worth.