Sunday, May 20, 2012

10:49 PM - 5 comments

Words are the Same

Words are the same, Souls are the same
Evilness is masked, as the good roll in shame

Divinity is a weapon, depriving the righteous
Justice is the slogan held by the merciless

Leaving us drugs, dope to keep us asleep
And that kills only fear, as hatred within weeps

Lusting for the blood of who we despise
Rage is all what is left in our intoxicated minds

But as soon as we are there, our numbness is gore
We only feel the pain, and our craving for more

Tears fall down, for we are so helpless
Vulnerable to the breeze, for we are so defenseless

Zombies we remain. Are we alive or are we dead?
Where did it all go? All the thoughts of freedom in our heads

Gone with the storm, the scorching storm of change
And yet we live another reign of corruption & unspoken rage  

5 comments:

This reminds a bit of the hopeless type of attitude you pick up in a lot of Edgar Poe's work. It is dark, but damn good!

The beginning,
the end
its all the same.
Its all different.
The end of the chapter is
the start of something new.
Your end
will be my beginning.

This poem is dark, but it says so much about the human condition. It reveals truths behind every person.

I don't know what to say about this one. Ha.

I don't know if it's really all that appropriate. I mean it's well put together but is it appropriate? At all? Not all humans are full of anger.

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