In
Torment Space
Fill this
emptiness with the nectar of choice
Façade of
nothingness, pretending to rejoice
Ordained
by the unseen, for nothing else makes sense
But the
unseen doesn’t exist, though it’s felt through loneliness
Gravity
is its concreteness and shouts inevitability
Grayness
is its color, and age, its reality
We do
this to each other, forgetting it’s our tomorrow
Though we
know prettiness and handsomeness ends in sorrow
So
abandoned by humanity we seek ecstasy
It takes
the pain from the day but only temporarily
Know the
torture of silence when you reach out and there’s emptiness
Sounds of
others togetherness are louder as you cry in that darkness
Nobody be
smug when you look into that mirror
All you
see is the present and not the future
Not all
of us equipped to deal with conventionality
Frequently
we look upon it with hostility
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