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Falling to the sin

nothing is as it seems

realities unstable



Wandering alone

hoping for a dream

but living in a fable



Hope is too far, too far away

just beyond the grasp

Beg and plead and scream

in return, get nothing that you ask



But you pray to wake up somewhere else



Words of ink on paper

mean nothing to the lost

No law or rule or reason



Laughable excuse

adding to the cost

Existing in righteous treason



And in the end

blood flows free

Draining life; a steady stream

The dead eye is the one that sees



Then you wake up somewhere else



What is life?

Just one experience after another

Dying again and again and again



A feeding rage

That festers underneath the cover

from the time before the end



A feeling, a desire, over and over again

It’s best to be alone

in a world that’s but a cage

land and sky, a broken home



And I wake up somewhere else…