This Harsh Reality

Over the horizon
On the shores of a different day
Roses fall to the ground of reality
Petals of emotion wither

Behind in years past
Reality gratifies only the simple of mind
Ecstasy is a drug, inducing bare resignation
Melodies of monotonous fabrication waft on a stale wind

Satisfaction today was buried yesterday
Blatant pain is evidenced by stains of tears
A Broken mind
Ten thousand times cracked

Cracked from lack
Cracked from black
Black hope
Lack of hope

Heads have long since fallen
To a chest
To the floor
Thuds of harsh existences are drummed to a deaf audience

Those creative souls
Build dreams with foundations of wasted days
A deep desire is vomited in agony
And yearning for death is strong

Coexistence
Life is not lived
A tattered cloak of nocturne desire enshrouds all
Winds of lust guide its followers to corners where refuse is rampant

Concrete walls of condemnation close on all
All who would seek nothing more than freedom
Freedom from this existence
This reality is ours