Love is but Dreaming, Refrain from Screaming

The pain and agony of self defeat. Meant to reoccur, meant to repeat.

It creeps behind you and rips you from the neck. Eating you from the inside, a tear-infested wreck.

All you ever knew, and hoped for to last, faded away to nothing, but a memory of the past.

Give to me a demon or death to fight I plead, but please don't tell me to find love, because this is an unachievable deed.

There's more luck in ending world hunger or becoming the pope, but when it comes to everlasting love, there's clearly no hope.

Young and ignorant in my years I will give you, I'm no fool, but to love someone for a lifetime is just another meant to be broken rule.

Why waste my dying years on this world looking for someone that suffices, when love will prove to die, just as any out dated devices.

The worlds proven to me that life is portrayed as an independent dream, and that free will is just a hallucination crushed with a hopeless scream.

Self defeat is to be accepted and learned, to understand the aspects of this world of pain. You can try to juggle and hold onto you're achievements, but there's nothing you will gain,

It's best to just live in the moment, to overlook the subconscious repressed pain. If you're looking for love or meaning, you'd be better off to refrain.

Lost at Sea

As I step upon the night sky ship, from thick within itself,
I ask myself--how long until it sinks, how long, not long.
Outside walls structured of paintless faces, steadfast to none,
Though seeping within, lay a thousand broken souls.
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Waters shove, not a care upon the fierce sea,
Not a thought, nor a listen, definitely not one care.
Best be the captain, upon this ship, the best in all the sea,
But strike a match in the sea of kerosene, the best in all the land.
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All is gone, nothing left, existence none, shown no theft,
Stumbling and falling, falling upon one's own excitement
Empty words, so many of which, bring such meaning to all,
Meaningful words, so many of which, bring such empty words.
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For I talk backwards, and talk with meaning.
I fall into the wicked depths of ocean.
I can't swim, nor captain a ship.
I never paint my face,
I always paint my face,
I don't like painting my face.