Indulge in the sweet nothingness of serenity
And Scrape the remenints of your past off this never ending marble floor.
As i Called god out on his faults, the earth trembles with distaste.
I am not the wanted, better yet the victim in this un holy tragedy.
Sub-concious, a place i dared to venture too many times before
A Sur-real reality that almost pounds on my front door.
A step in the wrong direction is another in a mirrors right.
A reflection is all it takes, to reappear in obscurity, a clearer path than what lies ahead.
A heard a voice, so clear yet so faint, A silent beckoning towards un charted un awareness.
And i forgot those pleas of dying children, Lest we forget.
All in all we all know nothing, that everything is something we never heard of.
Yet, speaking in terms of politicians and lies, We are the known; the knowing; and the un-known example of distortion.