There is a gap behind our eyes,
An unfilled spot inside our soul.
People try to fill it with pleasure -
Sex and drugs and rock and roll.
Where is the thing that will fill this gap?
To end this gnawing incompletion?
Here's the truth - its filled from us, inside,
Not by our own hopeless accretion.
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S'up. I'm Overskill, and I write fantasy stories and some very abstract poems. Read some.
Sewing seams,. Of broken dreams,. Chains & keys,. Unlocking the door to the free,. Give or need, give or take,. Mistake, fake, its okay,. Glass eyes can't see,. Where you should be,.
Where do you run to, When you don't know where you are. When do you stop. Will you ever know how far. How can I move forward, When I keep pulling back. What if I can't let go.
Do you derive hope from failure. Do you derive joy from pain. Do you derive love from hatred. Do you derive loss from gain. Do you see life as a mystery. Do you see life as a maze.
Part 2 I want to see I want to be. Apart from me, A entity. We feel a need, For caste and creed. To be and be, An anomaly. When light goes out, Spirits crawl. Darkness shout, Spirits dance in ball.
Does happy ever after really exist. If so why am i left feeling like this. Wishing for something better. Searching for something more.
Searching, Always searching For the truth, The truth profound; But the truth Of the matter is That there is no truth To be found.
I'm the bright light In the fight Whilst dreaming In my dream Tonights frightening But still I'm fighting to scream Enlightening your supreme brightening figurine Don't be careless Care less...
The proof...the roof highest apocalypse. the truth...uncouth the silence's lowly pace , shimmering...what needs to be unsaid, undone ..
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