nothing will ever really matter
that fragmented beyond repair
are my fragile and delicate bones
of sadness and despair
shards of reality encrusted in
shadows of murky dreams
I find disconsolate evidence
of vindictive accusatory scenes
try to justify the essence -
this complete notion of excuse
your brainwashed reality
is filled exquisite abuse
locked by the will of your own
and poetically die from the pain
torn between cheap little lies
your prerogative will sadly remain
in this universe to survive
enlightened, alive with no guilt
exist on the lies of this house
that you have so carefully built
despite your oblique description
of what is black or is white
nobody is fundamentally worth
the ultimate price of this fight
so in the end
nothing will ever really matter,
but on you will that depend
what you will decide
but this pain i will transcend
