Involuntary

Bubbling miasma in the void

From which I sprung forth

To grasp at the promise of existence

To my lament


Gilded promises

Rusted lies

Cage me the same

Fetters of different decorations


I have found nothing

In those sands of my short time

To show a truth objective

To still my raging mind


Bold in claims of relevance

Dystopian in irreverence

Another cog in the ultimate useless machine

To strive forth to die


A dignified end

Will not be found here

Leave a Reply

Name and email address are required. Your email address will not be published.

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

You may use these HTML tags and attributes:

<a href="" title=""> <abbr title=""> <acronym title=""> <b> <blockquote cite=""> <cite> <code> <del datetime=""> <em> <i> <pre> <q cite=""> <s> <strike> <strong> 

%d bloggers like this: