Nov 02, 2010 22:01
~The smirking of god is the true or is it demiurge?~
I know nothing but my own weakness
I dwell deep in a reality of self pity
To which, I gain so much praise
We are all actors in my dramatic rendition of nothingness
I am the one who makes the rules up
For us to play,
The roles to be taken,
The motives to be shown,
The audiences wonder and horror,
All prepackage for all amusement
I know nothing but my own weakness
I dreamt of a nightmare show
Was I the one being more than you? or the other way?
This deepening void I have externalized
Is the reality, sought for
A delusionless world of despair, heartbreak, ecstasy, normality, disdain, hatred, and little self worth
For I have discovered the god smiling over us all is simply a mask
And the truth is one of a marionette played with in a park
We are the ones who delude ourselves
And for all into my endless trap of abasement, darkness, pain, lust, greed ambivalence, and suicide
As I laugh with the mask staring down on me and you as well
This world shift from heaven and back to hell
For all nights must have a day, right?
This bottomless world I sank to
after sobering up from my saccharine high
Has left me adrift
in a sea of woes
With no paddles, or hands to control
And with that smirk plastered on my face
I have learned the truth of a god.