The Edge

Every other day is like a journey
To the end of the world for me
Standing there, on the edge of darkness
I wonder if it’s worth the fight
The constant struggle to exist
Never will my days begin or end bright and shiny
Sunshine is nothing but a covering shadow
Which haunts me, taunting me
With interrogation on my incompetence
It shows the weak side of me
Forces me to protect my illness with a mask
Because without the scars, I am no one
And only in the lightlessness I grow
That’s why I flee this world of chaos
In any chance I get
I am not dead, or alive either
An unliving undead is my defining essence
The edge is where I prefer to reside

Prophecy

Emphasize what’s meaningless
Regret everything that’s not
Amplify all reason less
There is more that we don’t got
Deny every form of structure
Embrace chaos with all due devotion
Cherish what comes in the future
Time has only one direction for motion

Forgive the ignorant
For they don’t know why you should
Release all sensation
Perception is more idealistic than good
Promise what you forgot
Someone might come back for it
Respond to lust with pride,
    to love with innocence
Have faith and believe
Trust hatred to leave
Such as every other emotion
No one controls any of them
We lock them away to be safe
Like an enraged lion in a cage

It has no use to us
To doubt everything we lose
Our voices don’t echo when they scream
Our breath never lasts longer than a minute
To await signals like a prophecy
Is like expecting the moon to come closer
It’s only fading further
Pulling loose for freedom