the illusion of time

the illusion of time

A Poem by Shane Brooks
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metal song that speaks about my life and state of mind the crowds seem to like this one

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sold my future grim hope for tomorrow

cold ashes the flames of the past

shed the wieght of this sorrow

accept my fate numbness at last

 

my body has withered

been torn apart
nothing left to do but

throw me into the flames

show me a new kind of pain

 

I find my freedom and I seek my chains

I do this only to prolonge the pain

sustain the pressure just a little bit longer

take another piece of me it only makes me stronger

 

throw me into the flames

show me a new kind of pain

 

no life left no love to speak of

I can't help but feel I have reached my peak

it's all relative to the life you lead

so you sow so shall you reap

 

my fear passes through me and only I remain

dreams don't die they just never come true

drink the night and hide your eyes from the sun

hang your head in shame

 

to sacrifice is to gain

to live through pain is to heal

 it's all a matter of pride

testify your lust for life

 

after the spell has been broken

and the mysteries have all been solved

you find that nothig is sacred

when prophecy does not come to pass

I ask you for your beliefs would you die

 

when illusions all fade into lies

and deception has planted it's seed
watered by rivers of greed

 

gives birth to hatred

and endless mistrust

breeding the feeling that all is lost

we are bred in captivity

is there justice in this world

is there even a next

this is all that there is

 

fear the night

the darkness is so bright

you know the night it can blind you

the slime

all that is putrid and vile

lacivious wanton

the ride is all I know

wasted years for this life

I have nothing to show

I tell you that this is
the death of my spirit

mors ontologica

 death of my spirit

mors ontologica

 

dissolve my resolve

depraved

to myself I stay a slave

the illusion of time no longer clouds mind

nor does this false existence

for I have been unchaind from the wall

and I know it's all tricks of the light

but this enlightenment comes with a price

 

mors ontologica

the death of my spirit

© 2008 Shane Brooks


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With a future given up to some of the perils of life, devastation only seems to be what lies ahead. A past full of mistakes eventually causes numbness to sink into our inner soul, thus hope flies out of the window.

Ironic how a person who has felt so much pain seems to have a threshold where tolerance increases.

To become strong again makes one have to fight the ultimate fight. A person who has never experienced a trauma would be able to understand.

The rebirth of a spirit can seem so impossible.

The words of this poem ring true to many of the obstacles I have faced in life. A well written poem that I would love to hear with music. Awesome job!

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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Damn Shane !! just when i thought that the color black couldn't get any darker i read this. Although written with a dark theme , never once did i find this to be the least bit depressing. You lay down the truths of the sour choice of sin flavored with deceit. I felt the ugliness of humanity in every line as if i was roaming the dark forbidden ally's of the city in all its filth. Hearing lives shattered in whispered broken promises as i pass. Each time dying just a little inside. You have grown to be quite gifted but that does not surprise me a bit. I have always known that you would be a tortured and talented soul. Some very good lines that stick to your readers mind.

I can't help but feel I have reached my peak

it's all relative to the life you lead

so you sow so shall you reap


just a few of many awesome lines. Great job !!!

Mr.Lopez



Posted 16 Years Ago


With a future given up to some of the perils of life, devastation only seems to be what lies ahead. A past full of mistakes eventually causes numbness to sink into our inner soul, thus hope flies out of the window.

Ironic how a person who has felt so much pain seems to have a threshold where tolerance increases.

To become strong again makes one have to fight the ultimate fight. A person who has never experienced a trauma would be able to understand.

The rebirth of a spirit can seem so impossible.

The words of this poem ring true to many of the obstacles I have faced in life. A well written poem that I would love to hear with music. Awesome job!

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Shane Brooks
Shane Brooks

tukwila, WA



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my name is Shane I'm the lead singer of Tacoma based metal band Deathlist.I've been writing since i was kid and always wanted to sing in a band turns out my words suit metal so thats what I do more..

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