Riddled with fear and hatred,
contemplating the emptiness.
I've buried myself time and time again.
You've made clear your intention, when you
thrust one foot through a threshold placed,
six feet above a shallow grave, where I've tried to rest,
where I know I'll be hidden best.
..far from your decision.
Restlessly I remain under
soil that is torturous by nature,
yet I still breathe.
We will see what happens when..
I wake up again and you're still there,
but these times I see were dwindling then..
..and are along with my shortened breath.
In moments of slumber, I've been dreaming of a ride, which it is no longer.
"It's a sideshow; moreover, An freakish attraction."
And as I Peer into a funhouse mirror
I realize the truth.
Feeling helpless to your whim to believe
a Distorted perception your eyes see
Your lack of trust has emptied me. Never have you gazed upon it and ever have you
called it a liar.
Called it a liar?
With all eyes closed you claim to see.
So once again I'm buried, willingly trapped
deep inside my sleep.
I wake up again to see I'm still there,
outside of myself, my trust has withered.
I wake up again and I'm there.
Restlessly buried, I once again go to sleep inside my painful, hurtful dream.
"They fought and they clawed like savages. At the end none had found what they were looking for; and they simply returned to nothing, like they were before."
