Poem: Finality

Enigma wrapped in shrouds of sanity
Tortured truths veiled by brutality

Mystic memories of unfilled promises
Intentions annihilated...

Does your mirror speak?
Can you face your dreams?
Does betrayal fade for you
In a haze of rationale?
Can you drink your guilt away?

Hidden in plain sight
A convergence of empty souls
Congregating on the plateau of apathy
Society's torment and abysmal failing

We fornicate to forget
We chain what we cannot control
We scorn what we cannot discern
Religion and atheism in solidarity

Can anyone break away?
Break the mold?
Can the clones draw a line in the sand?
No more will we promulgate
The inane preachings of the masses

The pleasure of the pain
The intellect of ignorance
The beauty in the grotesque
The truth in the unknowing

When the synapses cease
Does the knowledge die as well?
Does this bit of comprehension
Join a cosmos of consciousness?
Is this the true God?

Or does oblivion create a cycle
A circle of solitude and pointless faith?

We create to destroy
We love to kill
We die to live

For in finality is a new beginning
And in each moment we find the end of truth
If only we would listen...