Prophet Of Doom

I felt the flames
they licked at my life
burning what they could
turning memories to ash
no longer a leader
I find myself alone
almost broken

battered but not dead,
that has to mean something
to someone somewhere
just not me.....
I see the world for what it is,
what it could be is just a dream
and a naive one,

some call me depressed
I like to think I'm a realist
no blinders, no ignorance
so basically no bliss
how can one find themselves "happy"
when everything is a shade of suffering
sure, the birds still sing
but it is a song of sorrow

having erased hope slowly from my life
I no longer wish to live in a fool's paradise
bring the pain so I can ease it with the truth,
the affliction is the enchantment,
people spend so much time trying to end their hurt
when the hurt is why we live at all
it is how we truly learn, anything, about this life
so yeah call me depressed or a pessimist
but again, I am just a realist