Something is eating Me up inside
Of what it is, I'm uncertain
Like my Shadow is in eager haste to make contact
And the years and years worth of weight in skeletons
Why do I feel this fire inside
Like I'm on My own
İn a world so destitute
Zombies roaming the street
Though ignorant,
They are better souls than İ
For İ still have Myself in mind to have to face off against
And the mindless are free to roam about endlessly
Not a care in the world
Not for their victims too
Yet İ remain in the lurk and on the prowl
Was this what the Buddha felt before his world went grey
İn a flame of void burning bright with clairvoyance
Did the words of the All pour down upon Him like rain
And was it the shadow steps of Shiva's dance that He heard
When He saw Kali's rage to have the way...
For paradise...
In that moment,
Did the I realize
It was only achievable the moment We let go of it...
When all the scriptures and their intentions felt flat on Its face
And every bit of will that was mustered
Was tempered yet again
with an icy cool dip of denial
Is this what makes the Nihilist tick?
That One may never at attain THAT
Which One wishes to obtain
And who is there to seek revenge to?
If Our own common enemy is Thy Self and misunderstandings
Even the greatest philosopher falls victim to madness after All that is said and done
I should know...
For up till now,
Every word written
Couldn't even scratch the surface of the blank page
How these ink wrought hands shake in aggravation...
Over a real world before Me
Carry's no place for ink stained curtains
The voice calls out through the Veil:
"I have nothing left to say
If you are out there, My Heart,
My Soul,
Im lost.
I have to let you go"
©palewriter
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