Self Perpetuating Fury

Poetic license to kill incisive the spoken word
Worse yet thoughts left buried
In frigid silence eyes the soul betray
A tool of self destruction

Falling into the abyss arms reach out your voice
Is the edge that leaves me a stump
What is real in a forest of shadows
No trees no light no life

Stricken powerless by uncertainty
Mere mortals condemned to fallibility

I stand here dead as my body ever so steadily ages
No reason to continue deceit
What is within is eternally bound
Never to escape

How am i to know what you mean
Do you say what you mean
How am i to know what you mean
Do you mean what you say

Self perpetuating fury
Debilitating mindlock
Unescapable mental
Asphyxiation
Chokes my life

Agonize over actions past
What could have been and’ll never be

To bridge the gap impossible
Below the abyss between us

Why am i
Why did you
Why are they
Why did i

Self perpetuating fury
Interminable agony

Stories about happiness are full of lies
Love on earth purity maligned
Insentient no realization of the external
No way to voice the internal

The imagination forever lost in doubt
Words meaningless and deceptive
What is real in a forest of shadows
No trees no light no life

Is it you or me that under
Mines all that seems to be
Who am i to tell me what is real
Nothing is what it seems

Physical degradation wrought
On by emotional distress
Surrounded by
The despise of
Eleven thousand eyes

Agonize over actions past
What could have been and’ll never be

To bridge the gap impossible
Below the abyss between us

Why am i
Why did you
Why are they
Why did i

Self perpetuating fury
Interminable agony

Who am i to tell me what is real
Nothing is what it seems
Turn away die alone no need
To accept anything