Why ?
Why is it that everytime I find something I like
I end up throwing it away.
Why is it when I try to listen,
I can not understand
a single word ?
Why is it that when I scream,
it’s my own shadow
that shuts me up ?
Why is it so painful
To see...
to see the world for what it truly is ?
Why does everything in sight,
feel so far away ? I walk, I run...
But it’s as if I am never to move.
As if to be caught,
Caught in a trance of illusions.
I dream of steps,
ladders, and bridges.
Those of that lead
To a place of peace.
A place like,
Like the Elysian Fields.
Not even.
I just...
I just want to live
Live in a “World Of Dreams”.
My dreams.
At least daydreams...
Is there a way,
For an unnatural-unspeakable-unquestionable life...
A life of death ?
Living with no soul.
Is that so wrong ?
To live without feeling ?
To always dream,
when even awake.
To “escape reality” ?
-Love
Thy Beloved Anonymous
why so serious? about life?
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