Beauty (As Death Marches On)

[evangelion_100]

What is innocence
if not the greatest
idealized stupidity
an excuse
of the destitute
a desperate plea
of those without reason
or experience
of
reality
It is nothing
but
a dream
we think of
whilst
waiting
for truth

and what is life
if not hope
and sacrifice
redemption
and broken promises
(we are words
and words
are demons
that take away
the air
we breathe)

who are we
and where can we find
ourselves
if not
when we are alone
discarded
and left
to swim in the ocean
of our thoughts
(drifting
like some shard
of balsa wood
on the ocean
always
partially under the surface
scraping at the air)

So transgress
(be human)
or take me
and bring me near
to your beating heart
where I will listen
to it beat
like a clock's
tick tock,
tick tock,
tick tock,
ephemeral,
and perfect