Flash of Empty Hope - by Erik Smith
detached from reality
remembering that which was
and realizing that it really still is
watching the outside change
from a portion of my screen
and through a cold glass window
wondering why i cannot stop
trying to perfect my creations
trying to continue what i am doing
wanting it to be done
feeling that if it is done?
everything will be in place.
how can i think such a thing
why would finishing this bring
everything
to me
and to my friends
for the good they want
and the good i need
that shall never be
and cease this decay
spreading throughout us all
not only day by day
but for all eternity
before during and after
the end of us all
the blindness that poisons so many
the fear that fills everybody who has the gift of vision
the open minds are the ones worst off
the clones and the idealess are so happy
so safe from the demon known as reality
so content with the watered down that is
everywhere
clouding everything
spreading around the world
how is it that i am afraid
of the stupid ones
the ones that can do nothing but lower all that is IQ
the ones that make me hate
everything
all the time
so numb
so unable to understand
but want to
nothing is as it seems
nothing is ever as it seems
and we all want to understand
the ones of us
the ones like me
the ones that are
the ones that see
the ones that wish like a fucking shock wave
shredding through all and destroying
wishing so strong that you can almost see the glow
see the flow of hope gushing forth from within
but stifled by two falling buildings
and the flood of fake that followed
such lies
such fucking lies
within the homeland
such pathetic fucking people
surrounding the few who can see
who want to escape
escape
that is the answer to the riddle
the riddle of reality
the riddle of life
we must all escape
escape so we may remove and observe
so maybe the everchanging flood of bullshit
the bed of bullshit
holding the river of piss off of the earth's core
the core of fire, of lies
the black core that is my heart
love for all that is spared for the moment
hope that is unable to be found
trying to make it reality
on top of this reality
that what they think is
the clones, the clones' ideas
that this is such a wonderful place
the hope
that that reality
could become
reality
