like lambs to the slaughter

Something calls me from slumber 

Something drags me kicking and screaming back to this world

I close my eyes in desperation 

to escape , to be free from here

Desperately I almost beg the darkness not to leave

I've found comfort in my loneliness

shielded by the long arms of a defensive personality

This is not my world

What i would give for my mind to rest

To take in less of this hateful existence

Blind me to the evident hypocrisy

Let me sleep away this reality

I hear their minds dieing 

Calling out to me at all hours 

Desperate to be salvaged 

Dissolving slowly as there conditioned into oblivion

There is no silence in this onslaught

No break to my resolve

One night I ask to sleep soundly

To be deaf to the terrified screams

This world is alien to me 

A whole society of chem trails

Speaking lies fed by twisted tongues

Chaining their own wrists to the wall

I am isolated by understanding 

Weeping mercilessly into a pillow with no ears

They force themselves beyond redemption 

They cast away there own innate abilities

Time is none existent 

Any vague concept sliding into that hungry void space

There is none left for human kind

The alarms are begging with you to wake up

How can i sleep?

How can i gather a moments rest when the end is upon us?

This world is crumbling before my eyes

Each scattered dimension line bleeding into other lines

I close my eyes as the darkness engulfs me

A refresh a clean wipe

so many spirits lost to the void

80% still lost in their slumber

I scream for my sanity 

I bury my face further away from this land

I cannot begin to watch

this is the slaughter of the lambs.

Reviews

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behind your words i feel great void . it s very stunning and powerfull. it s little shake me up. i think it s very strong poem. and i wish you nothig else than just happines .