Caffeinated and Nicotined Thoughts

In a fraction of a millisecond
When all the light has disappeared
Gazing at a barren page
of an endless fantasy
sickened by the filth
of autonomous reasoning
wondering, if thoughts can be leashed.
Hoping hearts can be locked,
And life be painted black.

Apathy seems to be reasonable,
Faith torn,
Trust and its thorns,
I failed to see
How blind can one be?
That I am falling from this plight,
Pulling people down to oblivion.
Cornucopia of meaningless actualization
Sinking down to damnation.

Pencil sketches of emotions once had
With every line drawn manifests pain,
Every curve reveals a dying soul,
Every smudge discloses the filthy self.

Harmonic rhythm strummed,
Each note expresses repressed prayers
Each pluck conveys a melodious quandary
Chord transitions leading to a song of tragedy.
Poetic inscriptions on parched wood,
Every word, filled with subliminal truths,
Every rhyme filled with drowning promises,
Caring for things to divert this reality
As I speak the language of my dreams,
A dream once believed.

And yet,
What else can I do?
What else can be done?
Deconstructing ignorant narratives,
Reconstructing ignorant narratives
Nevertheless, ignorant
Where can I go?
How do I go there?
Painting shadows on a black canvas,
Creating music from a stringless guitar,
Writing poetry without a muse,
Caring for something that doesn’t need to be cared for,
Searching for bliss in a fantasy world,
Yet living in a forlorn reality.

Hunting the moon, chasing the grace
Soul tree playing music, giving space
Severed poetry reminiscent of the past
Whirling devilish moments wishing to last,

I destroy everything beautiful inside
And ask why, fate on my side, won’t abide.

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