One more plea
The sound of silence making crazy seem inane
Patterns cross over
Stars herald the ages of ages
As life dissipates into mindless existence
Devoid of agapi
Worthless for the love of a man
Fallen Angel
Broken wings
Believing they are Souless
They march
captives of perdition
In a never ending fable
Racing to the inevitable end
Time is of no concequence
It circles oblivion
Laughing at our attempts of ingenious madness
Ego and humility barking silence
Truth ducking in and out of plain sight
Luck has nothing to do with it
A choice away from Condemnation
At any moment
Oblivious
To the truth
In their faces.
Time Circles Oblivion
The ultimate emptiness image - bravo. Well said, totally bleak and tortured ~allets~