A vague yet complex outlook on life. |
This mystery of misery Plagues my heart and soul; The irrelevance of benevolence Will surely seize its toll As sorrow frisks my pockets And indifference takes control. I weep for the inique who contrever To reap my heart and rape the soul Of the insolent innocents who dissever The man from the mandate Of the abashedly beatific imaginative abjection In the contrivision of solition from forever. Alas, arrival will merely birth demur In the demure of this sombre solicitation That ever balks in the back of conscience Whom bades omnipotence to instants In the instance of apocryphal omniscience Where blades dissever my heart from the soul Of my sole desire - a singular instance - A mere instance that defines my causational existence. Satire, I fantasize with quietus (An existence devoted to nonexistence) A flirtation with the flickering flame A nuance to the fraying noose Oh love, it is such a terribly strong attraction Flickering at the fraying horizons of vision, An irrevocable attraction for indecision Waiting for the seams to fall loose In the hope that seems to be central To the foreign concept of a final insistence, This knowledge I possess beyond my years That ends in tandem before my time In symbiosis with the coming of lonely tears. Indifference takes control And sorrow frisks my pockets, So surely they will seize their toll As benevolence is irrelevant , For the plaguer is heart and soul In this mystery of misery. |