LibertyStanding here in the counterfeit fogThat shrouds my eyes from the sight of ever elusive realityI burden myself with the falsehoods of centuries pastIn constant pursuit of the unattainableI can't help but feel a stranger to myself at times.Looking in the mirror late at nightI can't help but to thinkI am the man who will choose to spend his years in obscuritynever allowing the fire, the passion, of his mind expressionto a world he will never fully understand.When the whole world goes to hell and everyone blames the otherWhen the economies of the world collapse on themselvesWhen the corporations sink underthe iron fist of their government mastersI will have no part in it but to think and to liveas free and happily as I am ableAnd while I will surely dieI will find sweet solace in my seclusion from it all.Perhaps my Heart is telling me a liePerhaps there is hope still for men to be at peacebut my Brain tells me I am chasing the unattainable,chasing what man has pursued
Little BeeLittle bee blaring into the ear of summer slumberSure enough you'll sting meI thought I could keep you locked awayin a little black boxfull of all the thingsI wanted to forgetbut here I am awakeas ever
Death has no nameover clouds on high the red velvet curtainquells the trenchant eyesof awarenessof mine and of yoursa harbingerof our plungeintothe unfamiliarwe are brought traipsing throughthe Labyrinth of madnesstangled in a web of reverieuntil at lastwe awakenour journey forgottenour questions unansweredbut looming just over the horizonItlingerswe march onward stillstepping ever closerto theEdgewhere only oneThingmired in shadowstands tallawaitingeach ofusand in this chasewe areunitedbutintheEndweareeachalone
The PlungeThe mask of comfort and good intention clouds the enemy that lies just behind, the enemy that even in our darkest hours we strive to suppress. I allow myself to trust, to have faith, and in that faith lays my flaw. I trust a mask.I trust this mask with its fine colors and gentle expression but just behind like a shadow, lays a dark void, an emptiness so vast. I plunge myself, even my very soul, deep within this well, looking for a bottom, feeling with all my strength for anything solid to hold onto; anything concrete. But in the end, awaiting me far below I find only a plateau of deep enveloping blackness. When I find it I am utterly alone, captive to a shadow.Looking up at the glimmering twilight above, so far away now, I find my self. I exist, I am and after a time I will reemerge having faced my darkest enemy and her name is Truth.