The eyes are the windows of the soul

And behind these eyes lurks a black hole

I often wonder who's really insane...

... the givers or receivers of all the world's pain?



I always seek to escape this place

But then I always come back for more

The only way to appreciate wealth

Is to dream of it in vain when you are poor



Everyone owes a death



We try to make sense of the unknowable

And what we find may be unbearable

We need to understand the bias of the lens

Through which we choose to view this world



And only then a semblance of peace

Some shred of meaning to clutch to our chest

Some token that our life meant something

As we shambled blindly towards our death



The cries of the damned welcome me home



Our 'life cycle' is just recycled life

We just take up space until we die

Our demise may as well be preordained

Is it anywonder we couldn't care less?



The black orb of another sun rising

Another day to watch our dreams dying

Sometimes I feel like I'm disappearing

Seeking comfort in banality