alas, omelas
March 27, 2010
Reality rings hollow…
the product of a master artisan whose only skill is that of gilding
a world lavished by empty promises, empty eyes, and mouths which only palter
a world raped of mornings, dreams and given screams to replace laughter
and all anyone could hope for is sleep
just a single night’s worth of nonexistence
but I still remember a time before death
a time where life and love was all anyone could keep
a time where nothing was ever his or hers, yours or mine
but alas, we now wear the chains of guilt
pulling our own weight uphill towards a false horizon
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