along the empty corridors
lost inside a world of frightened dreamers
our souls lay rotting
our hearts have shriveled
wasted and discarded cherry pits
all from the belief in tomorrow
just another fantasy
tying us down to the straight and narrow
fingers from the past point us into corners
as we do what we're told
we sleep on beds of nails
with our fears placed beneath us
right next to the sleeping pills and forgotten spirits
every waking moment is filled with new fears
creation after abomination for our distraction
we are blind to our own sight
no longer can we see the sun above the trees
now we only find darkness
monsters lurk in the shadows of this illusion
there is nowhere to hide in this world of shade
everyday we exist
nothing more happens than that
through the bleak forever
our lives criss-cross yet never meet
and i find myself babbling on
incoherent and indecisive
one broken sentence after another
but that's all there is to this being
blind following of nothing
each of us searching for the one eyed king
hidden away from our prying faith
at one time he was dangled before us
teasing our souls with a fantasy world of redemption
realization is the father of tears
inside each one a child of regret sleeps
comas which we envy for their solace
every second we are reminded of our horrors
haunted by our hopes
each one a stillborn dream
inside this labyrinth built on death
we brush past one another
i scan smell the scent of your desperation
i long for you
for connection to another lost fantasy
you feel the air push past you as i come near
an erotic sensory overload
yet we are still alone within seconds
from one night we fall into three second stands
unable to see that our straight and narrow lays over coals
wishing that we could find the crooked and wide
because we have not the patience to endure this penance
a price which seems to much to pay
just for a salvation which has only been guaranteed to be possible
we would rather feel burning fires than this
just one second of pain
anything to relieve from this eternal sensory deprivation
yet we roll on
and we are still alone
we find relief in our denial
as we hide all that's wrong with us
and we continue marching on
yet we are still alone
i am all alone

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