Wednesday, 11 July 2018

Existential dread


Fear of death, terror stings the heart
the great beyond, what is our part?
the unknowing nature of time, its grip over us
forever longing, a feeling that can crush

True terror, like the world doesn't exist
something out of grasp, a lapse, don't get the gist
time is sinking, completely out of sync
yet we carry on regardless, always on the brink

All just illusion, when you cant trust your eyes
nothing feels real, when the brain tells you lies
everything is fiction when your ears do deceive
how can you hear anything and still believe

How can we be truly free, if we barely exist
on our darkest days, fear we wont be missed
the dread builds, inside when you feel invisible
even if you want to hide, is this fixable

Loneliness our companion through this hell
can eat the soul, cursed by this spell
often the one who smiles large and has a crowd around
is the one who feels like they live under a cloud

Are we really in control, can we alter our course
is destiny a path we take, one with lots of forks
if not then who pulls the strings, what is their aim
to create a frail brain, with no passions aflame?

Thanks for reading, Peace and Love.
Kyle

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