Doomed, Damned, Dead From The Start

The night is a young man
Dreaming of old shadows
If he’s wasted, he will see
The shadows too soon

The sun is god’s eye
Burning through me as of late
If I could reach it, I’d jump in
And let it finish me for good

The clouds consist of a billion tears
Of tragic beings laid in the ground
In a row for us to mourn forever
While rain falls down upon our shoulders

The trees are the storytellers of the land
But no one wants to hear them anymore
They’re thinning out in number
And the tales are dying with them

The roads stretched out ahead are the curse
Put upon me for the loneliness I’ve lived with
To walk on would be serene compared to
Having this heart broken again

The ocean is a vast, empty outer space
To lie in and drown over and over
And so many fools ride the waves
With their eyes rolled back, milky white

The good is a single prayer, a single spark of hope
Somehow contained in this existence of disbelief
That someday when it would be answered, acknowledged in the darkness
Hasn’t come yet, not for a lifetime, but will hold for another dozen

The evil is above and under the 21st century homo sapien’s skin
And accumulated all around it, like filthy trash
Unbeknownst to it, it’s eating the skin for sustenance
And will move onto another as soon as it’s done

The life is a nightmare we all have every night
And when we wake, it’s still there
We just shut our eyes the whole time
And say a dream will manifest near the end

The death is a great question, a simple answer
A sweet pleasure, a paralyzing fear
And all the while, there at noon, and at midnight
But the dream never comes to those who touch it

The world I call home is either in my head
Or in all our heads, and if that’s the case at hand
I take pity on every one of you, for we are doomed
So doomed, so damned, so dead from the start