Submissions by Kablooja

So here we are tangled up in all that is tangible
Caught up in the wicked webs we weave
Being all that is human and selfish
consumed by animosity and the ties that bind
Ties that bind us to our own fate, from those delicate, intricate decisions we make
Oh well, whats to make of the human condition
Whose to want when there is no want
Bleeding out from ravaging, savagely
Leaves everyone drained of passion
Marked and pocked from a dagger
in the center of what was once a hunger, but is now full
I've had my fill, yet the claws are still digging...

Lost are these days among men,
Among men who are mice,
Lost are the days filled with rays of innocence and grandeur.
Flippancy has devoured the soul, life has become a job.
Where are the adventures, the enjoyment?
Instead find joy in solitude and darkened caves, its exhausting.
Escaping oneself is impossible. Where is the depth in people?
Shallow empty husks of humanity is all that's left. Alone.
Alone is this place and these thoughts.
Alone is this slipping grasp of reality, is this what life is suppose to be?
Why emptiness? Why not sadness or...