Dreams

Dreams: The antagonist to reality,

The sidekick of delusion.

These hopes, no, correction;

These fables we're all meant to believe in and trust in,

They suck us dry of our own contentment

And gouge our sanity from our rotten benevolence.

We guard the shallow grasps of our own senses,

We firmly grasp the hysteria we're meant to live on.

This concept we hold onto so dearly

Will soon vanish, and damn us to delirium.

Do you know what you're annihilating?

Keep going. Keep hiding from substantial certainty.

One day you, too, will find these holes in your pitiful techniques.

You'll see these meek hours for what they really are

And what they truly bear.

The seconds during your departure from consistancy

Will force you to ravish in your own self- made hell.

You will suffer in the manifestation of truth.

Where's your God? Where's your sunshine?

Where is your f*****g hope?

Can you tell me where your parents are to help you now?

Can you tell me where your signifigant other is?

You know, the one you always came to with your problems,

asking for them to suffocate you in his own dignity.

It's not like that, you say?

I agree.

It's much, much worse.

It will never end. The torment, the void;

It will never cease to torture you.

Hop off and ride life for what it really is.

You'll see.

Reviews

[SilentVerses]

Anger and resentment shakes this piece and the reader allowing a blooming stark contrast to be birthed through your chosen words, beautiful and emotive resentment flows fluid through the short but powerful work you have created, love it.