More bad poetry
Silently shivering I stand here out in the cold, shouting out to the empty-souled masses...
"What is real?" I scream with the empty real emotion of a starving soul.
"Nothing makes sense", I bellow to the Void.
"...." Nothing, the Void bellows back...
The masses, faithfully clinging to their self delusions, fail to hear my cries for enlightenment. They don't care because to care too much is the road to madness... the road to enlightenment...
We choose our road or the road chooses us. Does it matter what will drives?
Does eternity care?
Let the masses take their own road, I can damn myself perfectly well on my own merit.
"What is real?" I scream with the empty real emotion of a starving soul.
"Nothing makes sense", I bellow to the Void.
"...." Nothing, the Void bellows back...
The masses, faithfully clinging to their self delusions, fail to hear my cries for enlightenment. They don't care because to care too much is the road to madness... the road to enlightenment...
We choose our road or the road chooses us. Does it matter what will drives?
Does eternity care?
Let the masses take their own road, I can damn myself perfectly well on my own merit.